A Blessing and a Curse

Wandering souls in the early hours of the morning,

Sunset, sun rise

The earliest and latest cries

Come from the wandering souls of the night

Attached to brains and hearts and warm

bodies

So lost, hopeful and less at once

We sell our souls for understanding and compassion

Only to have them returned time and time again

The angels that walk this earth are the beautiful, wandering souls of the night

Will give love 2 million tries with hopes of making some minuscule difference

In the lives of people who don’t make these mistakes twice.