Ghost Lover, The Angel That Flies Beyond The Skies Poem by James Darwin Smith II

A Ghost, she loves me
Can feel her presence
Energy surging
Up and down my spine
Through the heart of passion
Straight into this very soul
That flies so heavenly high


So much beauty
What may she see in me?
So much comfort
When she visits me
An epitaph of solace
Somehow existing
At this moment
So heavy
Upon this mind of mine


An angel of pristine clarity
Full of so much love
Corrupted by nothing
Influenced
By the creation of the stars
And beyond any comprehension
These visions have yet to see
From way up above it all


And for these very short feelings
Each feels like a lifetime of dreams
Those full of light
Where this ugliness of this self
All fades away


She fallows me though
I should realize, I should know
This direction is taking me
Towards something
Somehow defying any short moment
That has grown weary
Within this faith of mine


She is a Ghost of love
If only she was alive
So I can live within her heart
Beating angelic beats
Starting from those heavenly peeks
Brightly lit within her beautiful eyes


In these visions
I am nothing but soul
Flesh means nothing
Time is non existent
Everything is open
Beyond the limits
Of the skies


What of her love?
I am willing to sacrifice
Living somehow, someway grounded
As this existence flies so heavenly high


No more death
Just life
Breathing new ventures
Of love and beyond
Finally feeling relevant again
Upon this beauty
That has graced these dreams
This angel that flies beyond the skies


A Ghost, she loves me
As she graces this existence
Of home, heaven
The light of all and every light


I have to keep believing
Or she will fade away


Love exists
Somehow, someway


This Angel that flies beyond the skies
Somehow gives me hope
That something powerful
Is going to happen
Full of unconditional love

And then I keep dreaming on…