i feel the angels coming
but they are taking their time,
they all decided to walk here
instead of flying
on little white feet that our eyes cannot see
traveling inside a snail shell along the boundary and

maybe that's why i cried last night
when i walked through the dark
i felt the crush of a pearl beneath my shoe
and i bent down to see my own heart shatter

it is the moon that draws them out from underneath decaying leaves
the spring insinuating rebirth turning
so they walk he angels do at a molluskan pace
the way our love grew until and angel's tender soul pressed down
and released the truth a flower up from under ground

maybe that's why i cried last night
when i walked through the dark
i felt the crush of a pearl beneath my shoe
and i bent down to see my own heart shatter

i feel the angels coming but they are taking their time they all decided to walk here instead of flying