Air And Angels

Sit down, and smile, if for a while

And reminisce with me:

Of air and angels, stars and skies

Echoing through our dreams,

And drown our sorrows one last time

Without elixir's need...

The glory days of pride and honour;

The golden heart of endless valour;

The kiss beyond the lips...

And maybe then by some last chance

We'll slow our fall from grace.

So be here now, no reservations,

And know no world past revelations

Of what to feel and see,

And love me now, for once, for always;

The selfish strike again.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Memories can allow us to dream and hope for better endings. I like the use of language. Allowed me to fall into strong words and desires. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Seshat Nidaba]

This had a very ethereal classical sort of Renaissance beauty to it, high praise.