Angels swarm around me
announce the beauty of my word
as I lay on a soft cloud
as white as the snow on
christmas day.
It's bright
but the sun is no where
in sight.
Yet its rays pierce
through the covers of
heaven
and land upon my brow.
An angel lays next to me
rubbing my chest
ever so slow
as I recite her a poem;
Childrem laugh as mothers cry
A father has fallen
His final resting plave a grave
that the child and mother
will never see agian.
The tombstone shall fal
turn to gravel
As the once green grass
will turn a sullenly yellow.
An april day
a passer by
shall throw a cigarette upon the grass
and fire will encase the grave
The father shall lay there
burning in the fires
for eternity.
The angel will pull me away
stealing me from my mortal life
her wings extended forever
as she pulls me behind.
She takes me
all for herself.
Away from all the rest
as I now belong to her.
She abandons me
leaving me for days
expecting me to have more poems
when she does return.
She will play with me
-I am nothing more but
a childish toy-
but never will I say no.
I am bound to her will,
even when i am left alone,
laying on stange clouds
thinking of more poems to say.
Stare at the bruning sun
now so visible in this close sky.
Let its rays pierce my retnas
for I find no more pleasure in sight.
Now with a smile
i shall wait
the eternity
to see my angel come.