Forever In Flight
By razorlicious
The perfect angel, strong sweetly arranged Her wings silver-lined with delicacy Her eyes like chips of emerald ice, framed in gold An elegant smile to grace us gently. Her guiding light still burning brightly, soft spoken words touch their tender hearts. She places her wise hand upon my shoulder, wrapping her love around my wonder: "It will be all right." I trust her dearly, for she is the angel. . . The angel in flight flying among bright-clouded skies, over darkened waters, corrupted land. Sing your sweet melody of hope, forever I pray. It will end. . . Only when the light fades from the precious sky, and the green is plucked from the fresh grass. When the clouds are stolen from the Heavens, and sweet, contagious lyrics no longer flow. You keep them alive. They flower before you. I thank you, Angel, for your healing guidance. Your wings will be Forever in flight. Written January 10th, 2000 © on Jan 12 2002 02:27 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"The perfect angel, strong..."