Finding the Angelic Heart
Softly breathing upon every wing stroke are the living melodies of the spirit,
which transcend even the deepest and most secure structures of life—
the Hands of Time.
Paint strokes create the sight of each dying day,
Showing the blood spilled before the war for night is over.
The Painter creates this, and an echo of passion that stirs us all, is heard
inspiring awe within us…silently provocative.
I capture your heart with a new intent.
The clouds fill a vast sky above us with the heart of a smile,
and upon the winds ride the angels’ wings of light,
reflecting in your eyes the hope of all mankind and what it means to be
Gently, the sun’s radiance strokes your face—
further adoring you as I do,
and the sight of your light-laden smiles are never too hard to bear…
they breathe comfort to a weary soul like mine.
The shadows of my life are forgotten and pushed away
within the reality of a day with you,
and all sorrow must be content to lay dormant in your arms.
Lilies of peridot line the shore of your departure,
welcoming your presence even from afar.
This is where I leave my heart and let go of the fetters of my past—
in the existence of this living, radiant love.
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