Poetry

Where Angels Fear to Tread

by

Claire Casey

What lies beyond the silver seas?
A land that from a distance
looks perfect and green.
A land uncorrupted by human hands
where Angels are said to tread.

The heart longs for that peace
that is only to be found on the shores of that Avalon.
A peace long lost on these shores
never to be found again
where Angels fear to tread.

Trees stretch their skeleton hands
in search of the life they need.
They stand, unmoving,
guarding the unseen
where Angels fear to tread.

I pass by those wooden sentries
as I leave the lifeless beach.
The image of that green Eden drifts through my memory
as I walk
where Angels fear to tread.

Darkness opens up before me
enveloping the faint light
that follows me from the shore.
No light shines here,
where Angels fear to tread.

This lifeless existence will one day leave me
my soul taken to a land
so perfect and green
a land of light
where Angels never fear to tread.