Newborn Spirit
If I can no longer see any more tomorrows.
Allow me to die in the arms of an Angel.
Let the Angels eyes be the last and the first I see.
Allow the Angels lips to be my final and first kiss.
Let it be my virgins kiss as I re-awaken into the mist.
Allow the Angels caress to melt away the remaining ice from my heart.
Permit my spirit energy to grow as the Angels hands guide me threw.
Allow my newborn spirit to dry away the tears of those left behind.
To invisibly caress, to touch.
As I am remembered with a laugh, a smile.
The stories of my life that can be told.
If I can no longer see any more tomorrows.
Allow me to die in the arms of an Angel.
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