On a Vision of an Angel

On a Vision of an Angel

the changing lights of the interior

bouncing off cellular walls of entropy

an angel slept

a curled posture

as though an infant possessed him.

his rested wings awaiting their majestic form

flying across golden fields

sleeping with me in storied dreams

waking with me one day when 

divine claims my soul.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

I was at yoga when it happened. I should have stayed in the posture. I started to weep it was joyous! Thanks Jacob!

The book continues to be a delight.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we all hope to be angels in that other life...nice concept here...that angel part sleeping with us as we curl up in our bed...that part of us, just waiting.