A mistaken notion of pure devotion
as heaven's turned away
An angel daunted, never wanted
Her eyes- a blur of gray-
teared upon a vagabond
On the corner he would lay
The angel's daunted,
she was never wanted by heaven anyway
A tear upon our vagabond
On the corner he would pray
while upon a graveled dawn
that's never seen a day
Turned a head to him instead
as slowly he would say
"A mistaken notion of pure devotion
as heaven's turned away"
Widened eyes before her cry,
"The calligraphy of mind
is in an eye of you and I-
This calligraphy of mine"
An angel daunted, never wanted
"My heaven's turned away!"
But the vagabond had carried on
Her eyes- a blur of gray