Two Angels

I remember those summer nights of warm caresses when father used to stand on the balcony and point at those beautiful stars, full of stardust and shine The way the breeze seemed to whisper to the trees bringing over, a touch of melancholy and morose making the morning glories close to heavens ope Every songbird of daytime would perch and rest as the fireflies flitted like the lanterns of night bringing brightly lit smiles in a summer's eve I remember the nights warm and true as we shared a moment or two, before bedtime's renew the pride in his eyes the look on his face I remember everything I said to him that night beneath the fantastical blue moon light we were like to angels, gliding taking flight . March 14, 2019