The Line

I crossed a line drawn in my mind, 

Then stumbled to my knees,

For in the sky, came passing by 

Three clouds, and then, a breeze

 

And I was moved to marvel 

At the sight that I saw there:

A flight of golden angels 

That did hover in the air!

 

And in my fright, I turned away, 

And I began to cry

For in their shadow, I did sense 

Our moment had passed by.

Reviews

[Seriana]

Beautifully rhymed, sweet little piece. Some things are meant to be seen for a tiny moment, others not at all. Until later, perhaps? Nicely done! I enjoyed this alot. :)

PS. The font shows up very tiny. Maybe make it a little bigger?