Angel Bones

by Michael   Apr 30, 2008


Let me jump.
I'm the angel that never had wings,
Always flying with the silence of the fog.

Gazing in the ceiling of stars,
The clouds are built from the white curtains,
The star shine is flowing with the nightfall's secrets,
Meadows of pillows guard the land we will dream on.

Once alone,
I never knew the sky played music,
or that air glides on soft skin.

Show me your hand.
Feathers will awaken by the scent
of evening dew and extinguished candles.
Tiny window panes are durable to soar out of,
away from towns of eyes and frowns.

Moonlight makes angels dance so freely.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Michael

    Ah yes another poem! Sorry for the lack of updates; took me a while to get inspired. :D

    This poem was submitted into a poem contest, but didn't win. Also, when I showed this to my firneds, they got lost in what the poem meant. At least I tried, right? Anyways, please rate, comment and enjoy!