The Unaknowledged Archangel

After he lost his face,
he could not speak.
And when he tried,
few could listen.

When he lost his faith,
he could not sing.
His heart was a coal mine.
His path was littered with ashes.

Soon, he lost his fate,
and he walked like a free man.
He breathed stars into the daytime.
Each footstep, a lotus flower.

3.May.2005