Therese Anne

Forgive me Father,
For I have sinned.
In covetous and envy,
Irascible with spite,
It is you I vengefully renounce
For the angel who now ascends to you in flight,
Your holy child finally come home,
I was not ready, she was mine
And when across our paths she strode
It did not occur
That her presence here was but a visit
From her heavenly abode.

Once upon a dream – I knew an angel well
I sang with Lady Nightingale as we danced among the stars
And with grace a humble swan showed me endless love.
How could I foresee the storm that raged ahead?
So naive I must have missed
Your implicit fine print
That angels and mortals can not coexist

Forgive me, Sweet Saint,
For I have sinned.
In impudence and ingratitude,
Full of ignorance and folly,
I neglected a rose long since wilted
So selfishly I assumed
Such beauty to be infinite
For even as you faltered
You bore an air of elegance
So now I offer to you a little too late
In vain grief and misery
My tear-stained penitence

Once upon a dream – I knew an angel well
I sang with Lady Nightingale as we danced among the stars
And with grace a humble swan showed me endless love.
How could I foresee the storm that raged ahead?
So naive I must have missed
That implicit fine print
That angels and mortals can not coexist

Years since looking back
I sit now in your meadow
That blossomed from your love.
So infectious was your heart -
an unbiased epidemic -
That the ones you left to mourn
Rival a beach of sand
And where your feet once walked
Not even the ocean of time can wash away

Once upon a dream - I knew an angel well
But now the nightingale falls hoarse and the stars fade rather dim
And fatigued, a swan lays to rest as the horizon grows ever grim.
How could I foresee the storm that raged ahead?
So naive I must have missed
That implicit fine print
That angels and mortals can never coexist.