Michael Angel, Oh...

There is a boy
With stubborn caramel hair
And beautiful mahogany eyes.
He makes arches in the skies.

He said, "One day
When the time's right
I'll try my favorite dyes."
He makes arches in the skies.

I knew him once
And I'll know him someday
When all I cherish dies.
He makes arches in the skies.

He said, "They say
That I'm a cloudy fool
Who speaks of hopes and lies."
He makes arches in the skies.

The paint is thin
But silvery and bright
Like paper moons and chimes.
He makes arches in the skies.

He said, "Doors are
Merely holes with hurdles
That protect secrets and lies."
He makes arches in the skies.

I watch him work
Each night before I sleep
His brushes, paints, supplies.
He makes arches in the skies.

He said, "I've been
So lost these years
Stranded in my own designs."
He makes arches in the skies.

The storm, it went
So quickly to the stars'
Clarity, it just denies.
He makes arches in the skies.

He said, "They're here
The Sirens' screams, shouts
Sit back and watch," he sighs.
He makes arches in the skies.

Wind, rain, they
Tore away so much
Of all we had realized.
He makes arches in the skies.

He said, "Falling
Is a lot like flying, really..."
Some part of my soul cries.
No more arches in the skies.