Long Mysteryworld Poems

Silent Sentinel

In the ethereal world of promises 
                                                we drift on angel wings of expectation. 
                                           Held in the heavenly security of their embrace; 
                               captivated by faces of perfect love; in whom we completely trust. 
                     On earth we can know no such promise, for its comes only with our dreams. 
                                 On earth we are tousled and tainted by worldly heaviness and 
                                  overwhelming responsibility.  Negativity gnawing at our soul; 
                                 perforating hope, negating love, yet up above we are watched 
                                   by guardian angels.  They feel our pain, and grimace as the 
                                      agony of living unfolds. They yearn to hold our battered 
                                         spirit and infuse peace within it, but are thwarted as 
                                            the rabid madness of the world takes hold. 
                                               Angels watch over us and we can call 
                                                them to our aid.  Let us dwell, forever, 
                                                 in the ethereal world of promises.