An Angel
An Angel
Lonesome in the black of night, I think of you, an angel,
there in a river of moonlight. Oh, to view an angel!
A cameo against the dark, face seen just in profile,
its texture gossamer; I'd gasp, then pursue an angel.
Would you come If I hung in the balance of life and death?
Come to me like those of whom there are so few, an angel!
I dream of you; a shelter you would be, to take me in.
You alone could lift me, dispel my gloom, you, an angel.
Here I am, mere earth girl, rooted by rationality,
longing for one glimpse of what I never knew - an angel.
April 18, 2010
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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