Angels

They were truly beautiful

In all of their decadence

And they were scorned for their courage

Mocked for their visions

They closed their eyes and beheld wonders

Past and present, and yet to come

The ebb and flow of time did not exist

Beauty and everlasting youth

Washed over their bodies

As sea over shore

As surely as they wished

They wouldn't see anymore pain

You close your eyes to sleep

They, the select few

They close their eyes to allow their souls to fly

The Angels eyes are always watching God