A Transcendental Moment

Long prior, a young fellow, was perched over a bluff Gazing at the sea, in a bright Oregon town He sees hanging low, CLOUDS coming soon All of a sudden, from the sky, a falling quill, shows up next to him The young fellow gets up, and strolls forward, for greater CLARITY Concealed, behind a curve, on the precipice's side As the waves are breaking tenderly, on the frothy shoreline Out of the blue, from the sky, a falling quill, shows up next to him An icy breeze, substantial, with a salty fog shows up Brushes over and around him, with a delicate breeze CHALLENGE As he ran his ghost fingers tenderly, through his delicate hair Sudden there swooped, a falling quill, shows up next to him As he plummets the precarious sand and wood stairs To the coaxing, shoreline, beneath The young fellow, looks upward, into the sky In an unexpected flash, a heavenly attendant, shows up next to him The young fellow, now an old man Did not recollect that, anything, simply just the vision, he viewed His soul will always remember that snapshot Of glimmering hues, daylight beams and quills The old man will recall forget, that supernatural portrait Of the Angel he met -- Amid MY LIFE'S Trip!