The Angel
She slept in fields of gold
Finally succumbing to the fact that she was alone
She had demons
They came to taunt her every day
She had trouble breathing
Yet she had so much to say
Words were a forbidden thing
It is just something else beautiful waved in her face
Just to be taken away, she tried to sleep her life away
She was- always tired..
One day she met an angel
He was beautiful and he just glowed
A smile illuminated by the holy light she hid from
And she wanted him more than she could ever show
Adored him more than he could ever know
It made her sad that he could not see his wings
And the white light radiating off of him
His words..made her happy
She wanted to show him everything
Take him to see the white waters of the ocean
But as they spoke it seemed that the silver sands of time
Slipped through her fingers and were taken with the wind
She eventually began to dream of the angel
Trying to reach her soul to him every night
Longing to know what he dreamed of
And if she ever crossed his mind
The thought raged in her head sometimes
Just another beautiful creature
That her gods waved before her
Just to snatch away and watch her suffer
To this day she still tries to speak
To this day she still cannot sleep
And she still tries to capture his face in sketched picture
But she weeps, for you cannot trap that kind of beauty on paper
Though she tries every day
The Angel...he still smiles when he looks her way..
Copyright © Kearra Kramer | Year Posted 2015
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