His Silent Angel

His Silent Angel

 

She was his silent angel

That spoke to him through her silent language

That only he could understand

Her small movements told a story of a Heaven

That he only ever dreamed of entering.

 

She showed him to listen

Without needing to hear

“I swear if you look with your eyes

All the sounds you never heard are there.”

She had signed to him

He small hands moving klutzily to forming words

 

And he realized what she was saying

Every time a mouth opened wide

He realized that one was laughing

And he began to hear the wondrous noise

In his mind

And when her lips moved as she signed

He imagined what her voice would sound like

Something similar to laughter

Or maybe it would sound like her dance

Ig her dance had sound

Something too beautiful

It was indescribable

Like how angels were described in books

Soft, melodious like music he was never blessed enough to hear

But then it didn’t matter

Because he was blessed enough to stand in

True beauty’s presence

She was the Aphrodite of his world

The Athena of his mind

Everything beautiful in his world

She was his silent angel

Author's Note

NaPo # 2 so i came up with the idea that I would try to write a story through my NaPo poems or at least keep them all related to the same characters so lets see how long this last. Any comments and criticism is always welcomed and appreciated <3

Reviews

[Aleyah]

I do like this poem a lot (: Especially the last several lines. Paints a beautiful, slightly...huanting, but pretty picture in my mind. I like your style! :D