When Heaven Weeps

When Heaven Weeps
Christopher Bogart

When heaven weeps its icy spears,
That dash the glistening street,
They spray a mist of orange sparks,
Ignite the dark,
To illuminate the fears of anonymous angels
Forced to wander in worlds below.

Do fears pulse to the beat of these desolate hearts,
Grown apart from the warmth,
From the steam
Of quickly rising dreams
That stream from city sewer caps?

Do they rap,
Snap,
Tap to the frantic beat
Of bare, swollen feet?

Or do they just retreat
In some soul silence,
So long left alone
To wander through worlds,
Left awash in frozen tears?

Do their fears fear the spears
Struck from heaven above?

Is it love that has died?

How long has it been since
God cried?