Tears Of Angels

For a lifeline is not a thought, but an action.  

There is a man sitting in a dusty chair, with a dusty mind, and a clear conception.  A man who judges not, but critiques when there is nothing but impulse.  A man who finds the beauty in the world, but does not sacrifice beauty for intelligence.  A man who looks through glass, and sees rain and imperfections.  Yet he does not yield to what is wrong.  He simply lets the wrong run away into human thought.
"They will be remembered. We will all be remembered," he tells us this with the utter most certainty.  He tells us with all the experience of the sun, and all the reverence of the moon.  He tells us, so we will remember.  He tell us, so "mistake" is but a figment of Imagination.  He tells us, so we will trace his actions.

He is a man of uttermost certainty.  

The rain runs down his window pain. His world unclear to the naked eye.  He watches and controls, but he does not force.  He does not believe in the absence of imagination, only the misuse.  He does not believe in the pain of humanity, for he is pain, and joy, all at once.  He will press his hands onto the dusty table before him, and gaze into rain, and sun, and tears as every speck of dust dances. He will watch, but not control.  
"The rain is suffering" He says, "The tears of fallen angels."
He hears the only real suffering, that which is made in real silence, where pain has no sound; only memory, and time.  He outlasts them all.

Time is but a figment of the imagination.   

Life is but a question in a pool of answers.  
"Rain down my children, fall into the tears of angels, the fallen".  
He looks into water and sees his reflection, but his reflection holds the beautiful, and the evil in everyone.  But he does not hold the grudges against those who made him that way, he only holds them accountable.  He tells us he watches.  Though some hold him in the back of their imagination, others hold him dear to their heart.   
"This is your responsibility my children".  He speaks with more compassion than the simple mind can comprehend, but more power than the intellectual can grasp.  
He removes himself from his chair.  His body full of power and weakness all at once.  He looks at the rain that falls outside his window.  He looks into his life that has been lived, he looks into time.  He looks into human emotions, and earthly desires.  He will not reprimand. He will not loose faith in himself.  He will not loose faith in humanity.

Faith is all we have.  Faith is all you have.  Do not fail me.