My Angel Poem by Russell Taylor

My Angel
In my dreams I dreamt of such beauty, now in reality she is in front of me, I must not fall asleep again...

Up and up, round and around, my head clears of any passing cloud, silence to a view of trees,
Beyond, birds touch my shoulders; air touches my lips sweet as I imagine hers,
I gather pace, alacrity with time running thin, she will be waiting under a curious bridge, smiling a enquiring smile,
The corner pulls me free of my inquisitive mind, only to find stood the hair of an angel, and a body of a goddess... She was beyond the reach of most men, escaping so many hearts, but yearning for only one,
I stumble on words, caring of only my exasperated mind, willing my head to gain control and my heart, hard-pressed inside,
Dancing around dirty pavements, like a clown juggling balls to a child’s amazement, words finally leave my mouth, thirst taking all control of contemplation, requiring sustenance,
We walk, grey clouds above, no sun lights our path, yet sun streams through my heart yearning to escape, padlocks shake rusted gates within, while both arms cradle my chest,
Rain drops litter our amble; forcing us to take refuge under a large cream coloured umbrella, latte for two while we smile, then look down on reflection,
I touch her hand, wrapping, entwining my fingers with hers; she looks up, studying my gaze, my thoughts start to wander, can I be that lucky in love, or has her beauty conquered all my inhibitions,
As we leave, her tender footsteps glitter blades of grass, standing proud thankful of her attention, she laughs filling my heart with ecstasy, lifting my spirit to the onward silence of the tree line,
I look down to a lush green, my arms unfolded; she embrace’s my chest, wrapping silver wings around my heart, up and up, round and around, we lay together in heavens adorned arms.