The angels sing on heaven’s shores
greeting passing mariners
with ships whose sails are blown awhirl
with each divine breath

They sing tales of forgotten times;
of ages that – to the sailors –
never were
But the winged ones remember
and they sing out their names;
names unknown to the ears of mankind

For to the passers
they sound not much unlike
the sudden gusts of wind that blow
their vessels sails asunder

by: Yaser