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I have dreamt about them on occasion, marveled over paintings they inspire
I have seen them stride with eloquence through crosswalks before me
I was taught they soared
Floated from clouds, to grounds, to clouds, with no sound
I still have yet to witness flight, but I have seen loveliness escalate
I have simply seen splendor publicized in shadow on my bedroom wall
All in all, it was a dream never accomplished, I guess like most “dreams”
All I asked was for me to wake next to an angel
But how could I have waked, when my eyes never rested?
The glow of his image easily out shone the moon, stars, and the sun that’s soon to trail
As I studied this porcelain sculpture, than kindly kissed between his shoulder blades
My lips felt his wings and there my angel lay, with I still awake…
I have seen them stride with eloquence through crosswalks before me
I was taught they soared
Floated from clouds, to grounds, to clouds, with no sound
I still have yet to witness flight, but I have seen loveliness escalate
I have simply seen splendor publicized in shadow on my bedroom wall
All in all, it was a dream never accomplished, I guess like most “dreams”
All I asked was for me to wake next to an angel
But how could I have waked, when my eyes never rested?
The glow of his image easily out shone the moon, stars, and the sun that’s soon to trail
As I studied this porcelain sculpture, than kindly kissed between his shoulder blades
My lips felt his wings and there my angel lay, with I still awake…