Angels

In twilight's hush, they linger near,
You don't speak any words but they can hear.
Their wings are soft, a gentle grace,
But silence wraps their sacred space.

Why do they watch with quiet eyes,
As human hearts break, sighs like cries?
With every prayer, we seek the sound,
But only whisper spin around.

Аre they happy to be in the light?
Or follow by shadows, hiding from sight?
In wonderful world, where hopes are visible,
The people are pleased and all dreams are possible.

They guard our wishes, tucked deep away,
In silent vigil, full night and day.
While we, in turmoil, seek their song,
They know our burdens, right and wrong.

Perhaps, they - our teachers, who lessons learned,
In common past wisdom’s fire burned.
For in the quiet, truth may dwell,
In every heart's unspoken swell.

So let us pause, stop the night,
And find the angels’ purest light.
For though they may not share their voice,
In silence, they give us a choice.