I Dreamt Of Angelhood Poem by DM W
I Dreamt Of Angelhood
I dreamt of angelhood as the blood of
Sacred vision stirred in the bone machine.
I dreamt of rebirth deep in the heart of
The ripened sun that purifies plagued streets.
I dreamt of redemption in starless nights
That seemed to last for an eternity.
I dreamt of soft asylum in harsh light
Of winter when numb time began to freeze.
I dreamt of bliss in the violet strewn spring
That liberates hard earth and weary trees.
I dreamt of God given permanence in
Summer's transience; drifting on the breeze.
I dreamt of lightsome ways in solemn Autumn.
Yet rusted leaves cluttered all I gazed upon.
O I still dream of angelhood in dark hours,
When I feel I'm losing lyrical power.
And angelhood in dark hours Build my hope that's crushed Carring me to horizon that's clear Strengthening me to make my best All because I wished it happen first. Beautiful and nicely free flowing poetic expression of dream that ultimately leads to destination destined. Beautiful creativity.
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5/20/2024 11:43:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem that reads like a state of Grace as we Catholic's say, one devoid of sin. Dreams or angelic visions, a fine and poetic line to balance on, let alone decide on. Your wondrous and ethereal poem flows magnificently. A poem that lifts the spirit. Full marks Dominic. For writing a poem that delivers and delivers more than well. Many thanks and enjoy life.