Ghost Angels

Watching her and eyes that see right through me.
She smiles and once again I am lost in her serenity.
I look at the deep bruises on her jaw contemplating
How can she rest so peaceably and be so placating.
With soft sounds and whispers of winded flutes
My mind whirlwinds and thought does parachutes
Of how when she was young she was different
Than the aged woman who just lies indifferent
To the agonizing pain of her twisted predicament.
And I shout to the void and for it stands unheard
While the bell tolls on her clock like little birds
But no one comes to answer for my call is mute
As I turn her to see her little smile that is cute.
And the demons do not rejoice but they are still
For ghost angels answer my call on forgotten hill.