Angel, My SweetA Poem by QueI had been walking in the woods, ended up at the top of a "mountain" and I saw a man gazing at a woman. I assumed he didn't know her, they left seperately and never exchanged a word.
She lies there, sprawled,
exhausted from the climb or just fallen from the heavens. I do not know.
She smiles, proud,
having survived the climb or survived the fall. I do not know.
She lost her smile,
seeing how high she’d risen or how low she’d fallen. I do not know.
She starts downhill,
thirsty for blue water or thirsty for blue skies. I do not know.
Good bye, sweet woman.
Angel, my sweet. Will we meet again? I do not know.
© 2009 Que |
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