Angel In a Jar
Angel In A Jar
I caught an Angel from the morning sun, in a jar her wings undone
A blissful beauty a spinning spun, I will keep her with rejoice and run
I look in the jovial jar; I see an ethereal enchantment a heavenly star
I’m mesmerized by far, she smiles at me a benignant butterfly bizarre
Eyes immersed in blue light, cyan skies warmed with congenial white
I hold heaven within my sight, for I caught an Angel in her festive flight
The jar begins to shake; I feel beautiful vibes that she begins to make
A jubilee of Angels in her wake, of miraculous music a quavering quake
I decide to let her go, I see visions of love as her wings attach and glow
And now I weep and sough, for I held an Angel in her wounded woe
Let free your Angel to the sky, even if it means a cathedral crimson cry
Do we ask the question why, Angels come and go in the blink of an eye?
March.23.2018
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