Disrespecting the angels love of poetry

Thought the light angels might be sick
o my same old silly tangled words
Then I fully realised who was listening to me
The original song birds of the skies of pure love
Might of even inspired the ones we hold in our almost desperately beautiful eyes today
Wondered why I barely hear them pray but, with our soft whispering voices it's not so surprising I guess they feel a certain way when the words just don't need to rhyme as much they blanket the emptiness in my heart and set it free... Let it be
The gentle and quiet sleepy night left fully alone by the fear for the first time it ever was. Those aincient brains sharing their fragile golden remains like ashes of light so the people of earth can softly shine with them.
Even for those few they knew were soon passing through the time barrier of lives for the stary air was so clear, safe and vast.