Angel

Looking beyond the frosted clouds, I see an angel,
Soaring on streams of radiance,
I called out to her to look upon me, hear my story,
Of the love among two,
Strangers who meet in twilight,
Wondering about days to come,
Of dreams to wish, of hopes to share,
She held my hand and took me over the green fields,
Swaying in the wind, the leaves shuddering, whispering sounds unfamiliar,
I asked, where should we go, to live the life of angels?
Should I fall asleep on a bed of hope?
Dreaming of waking up in the hazy stars,
Looking for the guiding path,
She looked into my eyes and smiled,
Her lips parting, her eyes flaming,
Speaking a language I don’t hear, but feel,
Unspoken words resonate in my head,
Probing through the labyrinth,
Of broken promises, made with a hesitant heart,
Mending torn fences that guard my heart.

By

Myselfss