Lamenting Angels Poem by Adam Latham

She kissed me ever so tenderly
Upon the lips then said to me,
Last night before I went to sleep
I thought I heard the Angels weep.
Not one but many choral moans
Of beings other than our own
Reverberated around the room,
Yet somehow lost within the gloom.
I could not see them but I knew
Their hearts were broken, split in two;
And why they cried I cannot say,
They simply cried 'til break of day.
And then no more,
No more was lent;
Their sobbing's ceased and quickly went.
I wonder if tonight shall bring
That same angelic lamenting?