fantasy

An Angel’s Gift

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angels gift
It seems so surreal
an angel passes by
he gently says you are beautiful
my eyes glance over and away I walk
a divider stands between us
again our gazes meet
he says I am older than you
yet he looks so much younger
I cannot help but wonder how old he is
we speak for a minute
as I was walking out the door
he invites me closer
and I leave
and he blows a kiss
amore
what is it all for
the rose has wings
it predestines things to come
and words of a kiss
blow one my way
it is all so surreal
to see an angel
passing by…
who speaks
the many languages to lift the heart
as he says
you are beautiful
in Italian, Spanish, and French
So surreal
I have to smile
at all the un-hidden gems
that shine light
to the broken
to the lovesick
amidst the overwhelming grief
to see so much cruelness and insensitivity
in lives around
yet when an angel speaks
it makes me realize
there is beauty to be seen
in all its subtleties
reminds me of a desert once parched
when water finally quenched the ground
the simple things to give thanks for
a kiss in the wind
lingering there
upon the wing
of an angel’s
gift
a
breath
delivered
to my heart
it’s all so surreal
it seems…
an angel passes by
foretold by a rose
and a memory of a kiss…
something beautiful to behold…
12/15/2017
Messages come in 3’s
kinda like a trinity!

Crystal Palace

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crystal palace 1
Mystery man take my hand
Come with me back in time
There once was a land covered in clover
Where no one dare go, Trees so tall
In fall mist, the sun scarcely shine through
Down in the woods a palace behold,
The eye with a glance
If you wink, you stand no chance
For the vision was an illusion to many a man
But to the sorcerer the caves would turn blue
Lined red rock passages all musty and wet
Stay close and I will take you through the waterfall
You will not fall; the rainbow will guide us
The sun shines through the temple wall
Walk in the light, & hear your master’s call
There stands a man in his palace hall
He looks so small, but stands so tall
If you look in his eyes, his secrets be told
One time a year his eyes turn gold
Perchance that day is here
Do as I say, I beg you today
For if you delay, the dungeon awaits you
Night will be coming soon
Get on your knees and pray
Do not look away until the moon is in view
When the light shines on you
Look to the stone west in the lake, it will be gray
But it will turn blue
When it does, look to the North Star shining bright
His reflection of gold shines at you
Resist temptation to look on him face to face
For if you do, the lake will have you in a flame
Birds as we are, pluck a feather from each other’s tail
Drop them on the stone and fly to the moon
Hurry, don’t waste, for if we lack a beat
He shall have us for a feast
Once we reach the sky,
The crystals will fall, and the palace will rise
And we will resume our human nature, however the powers are ours
We shall live as Kings and Queens and
At majesty balls, we will entrance all and
All other kingdoms shall fall
Summer of 89’