Mountain Angel Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

When I was young and pretty i smiled,
As I aged i smiled too.
As I searched for love and faulted,
I held a smile too.

When innocence coveted prudence,
And the mountain shed its pines.
A somber moon accompanied me,
A crescent smile too.

Now I am weak and weary,
life has struck me down,
A piece of manna I have found,
to feed a bird of prey.

This sentinel bird upon a mountain truly is an angel,
A kindred Vörðr amid the stars,
an apparition of my desires.

This angel has a silhouette,
formed of heavenly clouds,
A woman of radiant morals,
Who infuses hope to all.

And as we feed each other,
A frigid rain keeps us together.
For now.
For now.
We smile as one.