Strangers

My stranger would we tip of glass of forever champagne

On my window sill, would you see me there

I'm the one crying in angels soft care

See the sun break the moons glisten, baby I love you wont you listen

 

My stranger is here I cannot see him there

He belongs in the fairies tales

Soft embers as I return in the night

Wearing but smiles waiting for twilight

 

 

He glides to me as the shutters within

I cannot be with him again

Angels story wings to his mind

The heart is unbreakable the souls kind

 

Nothing in their world would veer come gain

I would never trade single moment within

Stranger of my soul

Knock !come right in

 

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

You opened the door of my imagination and with my favority, a fairy. This poem is dream-like, welcoming a fantasy.