Angel
I heard an angel
speak last night
and he said "write"
So I got up
out of bed
and began
to spin a tale
of those carved in stone
the beauty of it all
Looking down
upon the graves
their wings
entwined in ivy
Faithful and sad
flowers decorating
the white stone
A bird sings softly
behind it, sings
a haunting, beautiful melody
A tree arcs over the angel
dappling the marble
with shadowed leaves
And the swaying branches
send shafts of light
sparkling around her
And the angel herself
who faithfully sits
near the graves
Waiting, waiting
for the day the Lord
will return for her
The loneliness
echoed in her eyes
and her arms
stretched towards the heavens
With the delicate blooms
curling around her
the leaves overgrown
And then the bird behind her
flutters away
to sing again
another day
~Marie Viloria~
4th place in the contest: Angels In Cemeteries
Copyright © Marie Viloria | Year Posted 2011
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