They get lost in the moment sometimes, too.
In the shadows of the candles
and the fog of the incense,
They stay content with the glimpses in mirrors,
and the corners of eyes.
but they listen to prayers that you speak to yourself
and they answer them too.
They worry while we sleep, leave us to do the dreaming
about angels and telepathy.
They seem to often hide from us, lost in the moment,
afraid of what we’ll think of them.
— leest1 —