Sweet Personifications Of Angelic Beings Poem by John Ackerman

there is a place perhaps from outer space turned haters into lovers in the heavens
the sky would open as musical intentions vibrate taunt in the very fabric of your mind
in time these beings would be noticed in beautiful apparel dressind in exquisite fashion
light to touch the hand of one we have to do with further tendency to be kept noticed
pillows in the shape of clouds in soft linen soft textures permeate throughout
spring a new down near the sea to whisper in the corridor of our exposed manifestations
come with me long to see the tear of an angelic being while fully knowing what was brewing
there is a castle in such a place near the modest prism glow as if an orb
maybe Iv'e been here before I walked this road I took its mark
be very careful to entertain strangers for some have manifested into angelic beings
in monuments filled with solace amidst the glare in your eyes fought back the pain with a smile...

Love is the main source that brings these great beings to light so forget the night
the day is far spent in occasional nuturing, helping & gathering
through this love we each our promised a better tommorow amidst the bitter sorrow
time has a way to heal wounds and it acts as good medicine
to help welcome dreams in their neat apparel of vested granduer
people are searching for a reason of being amidst indecision
some have blocked the mere vortex of their eye as minds are being filled with hate
the lovers path is not an easy place to tread with faces, traces & places
mark the one willing to explore so much more