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Fallen Angel

 

Quietly she watches the stars

Shimmering in the night,

Until one by one

They disappear before the coming light.

She hears the wind

Whispering from the trees,

Pleading so softly

Come dance with me.

She yearns to feel the wind

Gently caress her face,

To catch a falling snowflake

Fragile as angel’s lace.

Her halo glows so brightly

In the early golden light,

Her wings softly shimmer

As she prepares for her final flight.

Fallen angel,

Fell from heaven’s grace,

Left behind the golden streets

Just to feel the wind upon her face.

Fallen angel,

Fell without a sound,

Never again to see heaven

Now forever earth bound.

She dances with the wind

Among the towering trees,

Her long golden hair

Tossing in the teasing breeze.

The sound of her laughter

Carried by the wind,

Rises to heaven’s pearly gates

Again and again.

But at times she watches the stars,

Longing for the comfort of their light,

Knowing what she’s lost,

Up in heaven’s night.

But new hopes and dreams

Will someday replace,

Dreams that were left behind,

Dreams that belong to another place.

Fallen angel,

Fell from heaven’s grace,

Left behind the golden streets

Just to feel the wind upon her face.

   

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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