Halo of hallowed air
rising from six strings
walk over my bridge
minstrel minaret
magnified maple
ovate oak
viral wings
open in harpischords
playing archangelic
a myriad
of elphins
dancing
Categories:
archangelic, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Love did not begin without Hope, in the beginning, there was plenty of that
Our souls used to duel above with Cupid and his cherubs in archangelic combat
You see, Hope did not flee until I realized I could not have her, not now, not ever
For I was invisible now, and she was blind, with eyes solely reserved for Another.
Categories:
archangelic, longing, loss, lost love,
Form: Quatrain