Angelic Light
I enter an arch of disarranged hill
Blinded by darkness; thick the skin of air.
My lips quiver into whispers, until
Feathers so lucent appear from nowhere.
Sweet voice of cherub awakens a thrill
Listening to her psalm of light, sincere.
While fragrance of comfort wafts on flowered breast
Angel of dove wheels far, granting me rest.
Angels Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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