Open Eyes (Sonnet VI)

These embers you so hastily forsake,
This angel you so recklessly abhor
Folds broken wings, and cedes the urge to soar – Dismissing daydreams for her shackles’ sake.
And God forbid you see your angel break,
And lie in ashes on the sooted floor.
But love is such a helpless, hapless whore,
And sordid wings do not an angel make.
Today you turn, to find your angel slain
By frozen hands that watched her as she bled.
And heaven pours its sorrow from the skies,
As I live on, to drink this deadly bane – Recalling ev’ry word you never said,
And always how you loved with open eyes.