Angels

My angel floats through the

Barren landscape of my mind

Trees ,Trees

My eyes view trees smashed against the horizon

How I love…how I do love…

Oh look, a crow flies

Lightning sends a warning from above

You were like a dream

Vanilla and tangerines drowning in purple rain

Look at the hibiscus opening itself

To take a drink

Maybe I need a drink

An elixir of restoration

Sometimes angels mess with your mind

Author's Note

I'm not quite sure what this is supposed to be :) Thoughts, please

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

these words are like a dream..i almost got what it wanted to say
but its not easy to tell..loved those lines ,how well connected
my angel floats through barren landscape of my mind
trees smashed at far horison,how i loved,how i loved
you were like a dream..angels messed with my mind
its like a beauyiful whisper..as dreams do..faint
lovely write..

[Jeff]

This is like a conversation with someone with ADD. I like it. I had to read it a few times, but the imagery is wonderful!

[E.H. Monroe]

Vanilla and tangerines drowning in purple rain

well I'm a huge prince fan so this instantly became a classic.
I see a compairion between woman and nature. The flower "opening" herself can be comapared to...ahem..lady bits. Both can be restored by such things as drinking and bumping the frontals.
The mind map with the angels flying could be a searching and coming up with beauty and the lighting could be climax.

And purple rain..well..Prince is just f*****g sexy

That's where it took me.
Us NJ people have some issues to work out

[Robin]

sometimes dreams do too ... these words flow through my imagination as if my own ..