The Death of An Angel
Sorrow detonates.
Pulling at my sleeping form.
Oddly Humble. In the Golden Light.
Why do I weep?
An earthy brook swirls
twisting turning under the
snowy white bridge.
Grandma's Beckon.
Hurry home child!
The Frog never stood a chance
Grabbed by one back leg.
And stuffed into a pocket.
As bare feet bounded
onto the golden streets.
"You are my Sunshine"
A young mans voice
Calls to those who weep.
"My Only Sunshine"
His rich, deepening voice adds.
Running, hopping, stopping to
turn a few flips before Dancing
into the Golden glowing light.
A sense of peace and Love
overwhelming: fills my own soul.
As my hand struggles
fighting it's way from dream world
reaching for the Jingle calling to it.
Pulling my mind back to Earth.
Eyes turning to the clock.
Eyes wide open now
I lift the phone to hear
the Broken Father sob
"Kelby is no Longer with us"
and I know that I have witnessed
the Death of an angel.
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