The Angel of the Night

Each morning I rise; watch the emerald green eyes of the lady who lives in my dreams.

I beg them to stay, but they soon fade away as the sun through my window pane gleams.

Then I go through my day with a pointless display of compassion for the world brought to light

for it has no tenure; the one that will endure is the angel I greet in the night.

 

Her eyes they do shine as those gemstones divine and her hair flows like cool autumn streams,

and her hands, they are such, that with one single touch, they can tear a man’s heart at the seams.

You might think me naïve, but it’s not make-believe: I can see; I can feel; I can taste;

She just chooses to dwell, in that sweet citadel, where perfection does not go to waste.

 

In that Chapel of Choice, where the sound of her voice, resonates and returns million-fold

to my ears, where it stays; the song endlessly plays, and I’ll sing it until I am old.

But now while I am young, and the song is such sung, ‘tis perceived with unbounded delight:

The most perfect of things:  it’s that song that she sings; that angel who comes in the night.

 

The Angel I meet, well, her kiss is so sweet, and the craving induced, so profound,

that the night and the dawn: all at once they are gone, like the sun and the sky and the ground.

And I’m lifted right then, to a state of pure Zen; one of unearthly, untimely bliss.

Thus while my heart implores, my brain all but abhors, for such things are thought not to exist.

 

Yet exist she does quite, bathed in diamonds and light, drafting every footfall into verse.

Every word is a rhyme; every move is in time and each stanza is perfectly terse.

While her heart sets the meter, imps of nature repeat her and each line that’s written is right.

She is one of a kind; flawlessness is defined by the angel I greet in the night.

Author's Note

Thoughts, please!

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Excellent flow. You have a good sense of meter. And this is a lovely concept for a poem.

Greatly enjoyed. High marks. Much better structure than we normally see on WC.

Kindest regards,

Rick

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

Beautiful flow and rhythm that perfectly describes a fantasy. Just the right amount of melancholia and wistfulness. Nicely done!

[Pryde Foltz]

Beautifully written, but I do hope you are not holding out for such a lady. I hope you might give some more earthly angels a chance.