Kiss Of Angels Poem by Valerie Dohren

Oh some day soon the time shall come
when there will be be no rising sun -
For me, the moon shall cease to shine
no more to taste the seasoned wine.

Will you then come to take my hand
and lead me to a sweeter land -
Far, far above all earthly care
I'll wait for you to take me there.

Pray kiss me with your lips of gold
and in your feathered wings enfold -
then carry me to regions fair
entwined within your flaxen hair.

Enwrap me in a shimm'ring light
to guide me through the dim dark night -
and in your glist'ning eyes to see
the land where I would deem to be.

This day, this day will come to pass
when I will find a greener grass -
A place where now I long to be
that place is called eternity.

©️26/9/2024 Valerie Dohren