At a loose end

An angel walks alone,

Where weary widows wager woe.

A girl without her wings,

The wings she lost twelve moons ago.

Leaving white footprints in black sand,

She wears no crown, no secret, though.

She wishes for the whites to fade.

Her haunted halo’d never glow.

Yet only she, a fool, would fall,

For silent sailor’s drifting bow.

A cherry tree upon the shore

Where his dock would stay aglow.

She’d whistle into tattered night

For hope that from the sea he’d show,

His flag to wave beneath the moon,

Another taboo kiss he owes.

But of his whereabouts,

Sweet angel’s heart will never know,

For his kiss can’t be delivered

From 20,000 leagues below.