And They Thought They Were Angels
the light streams
down from the sun
on the cherubic
faces
Let there be no doubt
that
these
beings
bring brightness
into the world
sparkling eyes
dart at
the sound of
music
laughter, joyous
laughter
reverberates
throughout the
valley
the endless
sky overhead
trees
rise high above
the fields
we'll walk
with the chosen
ones
dance a
quick dance
under the
pines
let the day
flow
like wine
from a gorgeous
decanter
into
amber glasses
lined up
one by one
on an oaken
table
somewhere near
fantasyland
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2008
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