Angels Poem by Moth Harris
Angels
The air is brisk, but refreshing to the touch.
I grasp it with my fingertips and let it get swept away.
I say, today, is not long enough. Too cold here
yet so beautiful. White like your wings, they take me away.
Golden horizon's and halo's to match
Sparkling with the sunset, as good as it gets
but it's so far away, so cold today.
Won't you rise up high and ascend with me.
The clouds they form a place as white as snow,
Am I here or must I go? I do not know.
Your wings are long and white as well
as we ascend into the white of bliss or cold.
This is so comforting. You find the beauty in everyhing. I love it.
i love reading the sky in the wintertime; it has notes we can hear if we listen closely. air- so brisk, it awakens the most slumbering soul.. . .. ...and the incredible colors at sunset take the breath away. i like your inviting nature in this ~keep on, sjg
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5/6/2024 10:18:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
your poems always have two people....