To Hear An Angel Sing ©
Paul Murdoch
Alexandria, Scotland
2004
The murmur stops then finds its feet
The constant drone of bees;
A tiny angel's song breaks through,
And puts the world at ease.
Ashamed, delighted, innocent,
The throng cannot believe;
That dulcet tones reverberate
Among the beams and eaves.
Two soul-mates in the shadows
Who never risk a word;
In coiffured, sequenced splendour;
Two lives entwined, absurd.
A sneer, a glance, judgmental;
A powerful eagle's wing;
Is crushed beneath the yearning;
To hear an angel sing.
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