Precious Angel

Don’t be rude

Don’t crush his wings and hinder him from flying

He’s the one who told me not to ever keep from trying

His slender hands are soft and tender is his touch

With eyes that make me realize he loves me very much

Whispers come from lips so sweet like watermelon wine

Footsteps fall so gracefully as honeysuckle vine

As I sleep, he keeps me safe and hovers o’er my bed

Sings to me a lullaby, sprinkles moon dust around my head

Bends to kiss my forehead as I wander off to slumber

Tucks me in to dreamland as I lie beneath my cover

Angel, sweet, amid the mist of evening shadow deep

Stay with me and bid me time, your precious company…


© 2009



About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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