My Angel

the little things I miss the most

I watched her fall into herself;

A stoic seraph with her head on my arm.

I wondered if I would close my eyes,

If I could find her in her dreams.

For such a beautiful face must be,

Parallel to a beautiful mind.

What wonders walk those paths?

Such secrets could turn the world.

But for that moment I was content,

Just to hold her as she walked alone.

As I felt her wings shudder I knew,

She was searching for me too.

Reviews

[Relic]

Great ending. The power of a contemplative moment shared through poetic verse. Nice job. Elisa Laura said it all.

[Kenaz]

Thoughts are so powerful, you almost believe them sometimes...thanks for coming over to the underbelly.

Elisa is my go to haha

[Relic]

She's a great poet.

[Kenaz]

She's gone for now, so I need to find a new poet to bother haaha

[Relic]

I noticed she hasn't been around. Another one gone.

[Kenaz]

She mentioned that she might be back, but this place just isn't the same as it once was.

[Relic]

I have to agree. There is an emptiness about now. Oh well.

[Kenaz]

We have stars like you to light the way to our finest, don't we?

[Relic]

Oh, I'm quite a dull star now Kenaz. :) Thanks for saying so though.

[Kenaz]

Whenever you get the time, I want you to tear some of my pieces apart. I won't hesitate to give you constructive criticism on anything you need. Thanks

[Relic]

haha, you want me to leave you in a heap on the floor searching for crutches? :) Actually, from what I've read of yours you really don't have any problems I can think of.

[Kenaz]

You're too kind haha

[Relic]

................ :)

[David Scott]

We all find our angels when we need them most...
Thank you for sharing your vision with us here. Beautiful!

[Kenaz]

Thank you, it's just hard to let them go

[Kenaz]

"A Stoic seraph with her head on my arm.... " - perfect. It has a darker side... to it, for I know what your words intend.

To connect into the unconcious, is master, it's art, even when one breathes out his/her last breath, there could be still a concious... that's so double. That's the same time so awesome, and wonderful... a black crow lands here while I write this, next to my window, and now it flies away... moments are great... :)

There are these red wires, that shall be bonded forever, "no matter the distance"... "no matter the state of life, or death". Life and death are closer than most think, know, embrace....

Beautiful.

- Elisa

[Kenaz]

There are many sides to every story, but you seem to see them all. Thank you, E for all your reviews

You're so welcome my dear friend... I love to read you.

[Sami Khalil]

"For such a beautiful face must be,

Parallel to a beautiful mind."

You have penned a beaut. I enjoyed the read and write...:)......

[Kenaz]

Thank you good sir

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).........................

[Frieda P]

My chills shuddered reading this one, it took flight for me within my sister's memory. Sweet dream, luverly Kenaz.

[Kenaz]

Thank you, Frieda. There are some moments we just cannot get back. I hope that your sister sleeps soundly, wherever she may be.

[Frieda P]

That was the intention I guess, I hope so too, was my pleasure.

[Honey-Bee]

Lovely poem! Love this line: I wondered if I closed my eyes, if I could find her in her dreams. Beautiful!

[Kenaz]

Thank you, friend