virgen de los caídos

the angels built a bridge between frozen tears

that were broken by the shining spears of God
virgin of the fallen weighed the shadow
of a cross with a flower to allow
the caress of his blessed mystery to
Undress the symptoms of madness. Sight
from heaven he was trapped in the eyes of this
virgin doctor of the soul, her bliss
Survive in hospital rooms. Angels dance
In the stomachs of the healed, silence
is disturbed by the rise of the clock
hands to the call of ecstasy: she orders that they touch
at the gate of heaven and enter the names of
those whose madness bleeds, transforms into love.

 

A wonderful dance of angels, I believe they are here sometimes our eyes can't see them because of unbelief. Loved the way you ended the poem, great job!

Hugs and kisses from a distance,