An Angel of Brilliant Light

An Angel of Brilliant Light

A Poem by Xander West

Stumbling along through life's tradedies,

Blinding pushing aside stinging memories,

Refusing the truth of our doomed realities,

Running away from unspoken catastrophes.


Along comes an angel of brilliant light,

Bringing an end to hopeless miserable night,

Healing all, making all feel so right,

Pulling dead emotions up into soaring flight.


Untold hours walking alone in the bitter cold,

So many words of love forever untold,

So much of myself I have always withhold,

A forgotten ending surely foretold.


Along comes an angel of brilliant light,

Bringing an end to hopeless miserable night,

Healing all, making all feel so right,

Pulling dead emotions up into soaring flight.


Along I struggle forging straight ahead,

Casting aside drudging feelings of dread,

Out stretching my untested wings I spread,

Releasing all pain, reaching for love instead.


Along comes an angel of brilliant light,

Bringing an end to hopeless miserable night,

Healing all, making all feel so right,

Pulling dead emotions up into soaring flight.


Through the heavens I fly in search of you,

From the smallest of sparks our love grew,

Yet from the vary start I honestly knew,

So deeply am I forever falling for you.

© 2015 Xander West


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well,a wonderful thought,if only it was true

Posted 9 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Xander West

9 Years Ago

I guess we each have our own opinions. While I may be a hopeless romantic, I do feel parts of the s.. read more
 wordman

9 Years Ago

who knows !

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Added on October 18, 2015
Last Updated on October 29, 2015
Tags: romance, love, poem, poetry, sad, dark, adventure, hope, depression, pain

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Xander West
Xander West

Suffolk, United Kingdom



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I lost my passion to write for several years, better yet, I ignored my passion to write for several years. I am only once again touching my surface. more..

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