Gates of Angels
the fullest moon casts her beams
upon the oceans smooth skin.
the reflection a pathway shown
from above.
she makes me walk in bare feet in the sand,
her waves speak so gentle,the dark waters
a mysterious psalm.
though she sparkles at day,
it is at night when I'm able
to listen.
in waters I swim,a comfort
she blesses me
knows me
loves me.
tell me know if all my loves are to be short,
I can not bare the sorrow.
I swallow slow
until my tear drop falls.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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