Angels Marching

i hear 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

then out from underneath decaying

leaves the spring insinuating

rebirth turning so they walk

the 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