Tears Of An Angel - Poem by Nontobeko Dlamini
Angel of the heaven's above
Secretly wandered the earth below
Through the dark green forest
Where lived the beautiful lady of the forest.
Sitted under the shade of a blackberry tree
Was the lady,
Gracefully smiling at the wind
Blowing softly through the valley
Such the angel smilled at the warmth in her eyes, so humble.
Drawing him to her feet like a magnet,
The beginning of friendship.
For days they would meet
Under this blessed tree,
Their laughter bringing life to the forest,
Until the cursed day
He couldnt restrain the screams
Of his heart longing
To steal one pleasurable kiss from
her soft, subtle lips,
Their lips touching with a holy kiss.
The heavens roared in warning,
The angel of heaven, so pure and devine
Has a mortal heart,
Matters of the heart are'nt for the immortal creatures of heaven.
Condemned to wander the clouds of the sky,
His spirit and heart shattered,
For he will never look or touch the one he loved.
So he flew away to the skies above,
The clouds closing in after him,
Mourning his lost spirit,
His heart heavy with sorrow,
Expanding at the heat of the sun,
Thunderously exploding jus above the clouds,
His blood as clear and pure as the
Spreading like molten lava
throughout the sky.
Behold darkness on earth,
Here comes the angry storm,
Cursing and hissing across the sky,
Scared children taking refuge to their mothers lap,
Birds clinging on to their nest
Hoping it'll be over soon.
The angel of heaven was crying up in the open sky,
His sobs were thunder
And his nose breathing the deadly
lightning lashing across the sky.
His pure eyes raining tears on earth,
Sometimes drowning many in his sorrow,
Then sleeping at the comforting embrace of the sun.
At the memory of his beloved lady of the forest,
He shed tears just for her,
And she would go out in the rain,
To dance at the touch of his tears on her skin,
And he would wash her sweaty skin
Until it was cold, her body
Drenched in his tears.
The only connection they have to
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