THE MISSIONA Poem by Rene Velez
Cherubs float me in a dream
fabrics of gold with silver seams past purple sunsets, lakes of aquamarine I brushed my hand above a stream fingers turned to a crystal gleam, gathering into visions and of truths unseen above mountains shining in a diamond glow plucked from the air, a cherub grabbed a crow ripped off it's wings and fell into a veil and the Cherub sung to me my mission must not fail, as the other faltered and cried a wail, darkness had ensued, smoke and fire below, red and yellow embers turned the sky aglow, screams and madness not seen by human eyes entering where souls are tortured but never die alarms of the 'one', rang the haunting bells a mission to grab a key from the bleeding well peace be on to earth and of wars to quell two cherubs left me right in front of the gates of hell © 2012 Rene VelezReviews
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11 Reviews Added on May 30, 2012 Last Updated on May 31, 2012 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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