Gabriel

Angel, why do you haunt me so?
You where with the dying girl
in broken streets, through cold and rain,
you saved her life
But that story remains unfinished;
I am never to know what came of her,
or of you, I am scared to learn
Angel, why do you follow me?
As I walked down those abandoned train tracks,
the wind whispered a sadder song,
and an updraft blew your bloody feathers past me
I never traveled far on those lonely, rusted rails,
for I awoke and they where gone
Angel, why do you scare me as you do?
When I stood on the pier and the wind blew,
I saw you standing on the edge
You held my Russian music box,
it played it's melancholy melody
And then you jumped into the sea...
when I opened my eyes, my beach chair was overturned,
and rain dripped down from the charcoal sky
Gabriel, why do you haunt me so?







* Ever since I was five years old, I had dreams of an angel. I am not religeous, I never believed in angels before, and I certainly didn't know that Gabriel was the name of a supposed Archangel; but somehow I knew this angel's name. In every dream I had, he wanted so badly not to be an angel that he ended his life. That is the most disturbing part. (sorry for explaining the poem) *