Light danced across my eyes
Even though they were closed
I felt warmth on my brow
Looking up to spread wings
And an Angel looking down
Smelling like fresh cut flowers
Where have you been?
Light played a reflective game
Dancing on the walls
As it flowed through crystal doors
A quiet calm settles on the mind
Words of wisdom flow
Rising with the steam
As the sun heats the marble
Sleep is over with the dawn
An Angel stares
Around the room
Following one’s eyes
As you meander
A stroll of wonderment
The path chosen
A path clear
What a refreshing sleep
Now that it is done
Like yesterday
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Warmth and intrigue! Nice :)
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Your Death personified has no regrets -- I like the poem with its twist on introspection.
Interesting that you took it as death as the intent was about living, stepping away from problems and breathing, living without regrets. That and my mom has an angel in her sunroom with her wings spread wide. After a nap Monday night I looked up at sunset and the light danced through the crystals around the room highlighting the angel looking down...Although I think I like your interpretation better. Like always thank you for your comments and insight.
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