The Tears of An Angel

He sits across the way on a bench, close to home
By the docks
Sees the girl opposite him crying, alone
It chimes three o’clock

The sun is bright, high in the sky
Boats sail past
As she weeps, people look, pass her by
They avast

He wonders to go over, see if she’s okay?
Should he though?
As she continues to weep water that would fill a tray
Maybe he should go home?

But she doesn’t seem to stop, his conscience pricked
He stands to go to her
An old lady stops to talk to her though, licked
As a bird squawks, flies over

The old lady though doesn’t have much luck
As she moves on
The girl continues to cry, courage he should pluck
What could go wrong?

His thoughts now wonder to her tears she cries
So many thoughts
That enter his mind, his heart, his soul, as her tears fly
Is he now caught?

For she weeps the tears of an angel he now knows
He feels it so
In his being it does now grow
As he watches them fall and gently flow

He gets up and walks over, his heart does beat
A million beats a second
But this angel he wishes to meet
For him they are for, he’s the one beckoned…