They say that angels gather on the shores at sunrise,
and that they hear music we cannot,
and that they dress in flowing robes of black or white,
and that only they know distinctly wrong from right.
It has also been said that the one thing angels cannot understand
is how mortalkind often seeks just as much solace in hate as in love.
They say that angles walk the earth yet seldom feel it beneath their feet,
cool, firm and inviting, feeling instead the "gravitas"
of the world only within their hearts.
They say that when angels are near we rarely even know it.
It has also been said that, as we speak, there are angels among us,
secretly wishing they were us.