Night Vision - Poem by Angela Wybrow
When I heard a strange sound late one night,
The whole of my body froze with fright.
Over to the bedroom window, I dared to go,
And was met by a silvery, celestial glow.
My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing,
As stood in our back garden was an angelic being.
From her shoulders there sprouted two feathery wings,
And, on her fingers, there shone golden rings.
Like liquid honey, her hair flowed down.
Her eyes were coloured dark chocolate brown.
On top of her head, there sat a gold halo.
Her feet were bare: I could see her toes.
Her gown was beautiful: truly out of this world;
Her wrists were adorned with bracelets of pearl.
The angel’s presence, I could definitely feel,
But my mind was questioning if she was real.
I guessed this vision had some personal meaning,
But part of me knew that I must be still dreaming.
The expression on her face was gentle and kind.
Full of thick fog was my own sleepy mind.
She parted her lips and began to croon
A truly beautiful and haunting tune.
Upon her two lips, a small smile played,
Then, before my very eyes, she faded away.
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