Creation
Sing me to sleep
Or tell me a story
Until the demons relent
And I am sound asleep
Upon cloud's and dreams
Where angels rotate in silent circle's
With outstretched wings where choir sing
In fit's of rapture redemption they captures
The prism of hope where light extends
As dark decends beyond the rainbows end
Of angel cloaks and fairy dust
The star's align like golden rust
Of pure perfection in isolation
Finally the void is filled I am at peace at 1 with creation
At heaven's gate where god awaits
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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