Through the eyes of The Christmas Angel

placed on top of the old vinal Christmas tree

through the eyes of the Christmas angel

i can see looking down at me oh the feeling here is more

of beliefs from outta my heart i most deeply express cherish this

to those not all here by running cool lights for us together thereon

and those gone to see beyond throughout my life to see know again

through the eyes of the Christmas angel wings flapping mechanically gleefully, Many shines

placed on top of the old vinal Christmas tree

 

and now i see and i really do know 'twas as if i wasn't so patchy as spinning puddles twirling

Christmas i could either upon know inside I heard my own self seen all among for my own sake 

to a poem out of the dark into the light felt in my heart is to this reason again 

is to this weaving off of the seasons looming taken flight leaving pictures abouts very close

the pictures and picturing them again hereby so I can always remember up above

and be thankful so, oh, thank you in Heaven's alive blinking off and on wildly surprises

 

all the old photographs lasted somehow

all those Christmastimes past in the silent night curtains drawn tight

opens my soul my house was not so long ago oh there is no response

will cause a drop to fall as a snowflake and a big wind, howls, shining  now

hungry as a wolf in a dark story oh quite a bump in the road of drear ahead

on the white waters beautiful risk

will exist, always, out of the night, Wow! Spirits, Oh, cheers, I like a-wee little bit myself

i'm in shock all's getting heavy Fall's through this and that's the best i can. say

do you still dream of it i raise my voice let us unlock the potential joys thru bells rung outta graves invited

there's plenty of room

i raise my eyes i raise my glass i raise one thought restless.chances and isn't it so empty at all

just more spaces to contact all has just more stars looking at the ideal got

oh, what ? in the world above, oh, but, what ? in the word below and at best

seeing those smiles in joy in blissful crystal along the ways to go i have what i wish for

in the bend of my arm, a ghost, a star, a angel, a note i throw down together so quickly lights up on and quietly so low

put away ashes i know what i wishes for, asking in prayer up to those searching

for once more again the faith again morning i will recieve it within outter-SPACE

no matter what i will believe, always so, oh, holy star night shines bright

 

partly outta the golden sunlight as the silvery moon is cascading down

may i forever finish some kind of wild surprise by thunder my heart garden here

rejoice on a fresh start to try to reflect on those inner circles outwardly grows more small

and maintains the harmony that retains my very warm heart in a hymn book songs

and every now and then i may fall short upon a-verse

and if so if possible at all i will picture them again thereby nearby still undiscovered

and yet still this is the reason why Christmas is branches we weaving for the seasons looming

taken flight a picture within a picture all gathers closer soon wants to be thereon

saving the changes those pieces of times of songs

oh, going, going and gone around slowing down, speeding up rpms

the old lionel toy of mine's, you have hold on, ahh ! remote control airplane

 

always flying never falls

always flying never falls

and never lands on the waves on the shore forever

in those old family photographs cherished some are lost

misplaced, oh, St. Tony, Tony, something's lost where all thus sands now found 

so there does it lay now looks around i totally at loss its tracks i mislaid them all wrong

and i will softly rest in the haze upon by Heaven's words of graces to obtain 

just one more awhile outside walking back to the gate and i am sure opening scene knows projectors, What's next !

on the promise made of how it will be fulfilled within beautiful art brushes

now that's it's Christmastime

peace, love and rejoice

 

placed on top of the old vinal Christmas tree-song

through the eyes of the Christmas angel

i can see looking down at me through, Jesus, I knows this is ! True

the grand old star in the grand old design the grand old piano & you shimmering white

Christmastime that came and went and comes again

through the eyes of the Christmas angel wings so flapping mechanically gleeful and free

looks down to shine for all times here or there where ever i am

always flying never falls

always flying never falls

and never lands on the waves to go aways a sunken place, thy wild ! Vinyl dinosaurs rocks; Closer, told me.

as a-light into the short forever

time is sure to fly o' why we here at the right time 

a-light into the short forever packs notes so echo, so kind, so gentle.

 

Reviews

[CHRIS ANDES]

very nice and interesting!!!