ESCORT ANGEL...revision #3

Escort Angel

Golden shafts of sunlight stabbed the ground

They streamed between fractured clouds floating around

Then, an angel who had travelled past orbs fiery

Stood silent in her nakedness above me

and while in the shadow of her pale flesh

I saw no shame in her state of undress

She was delicately luminous

and while in my soulful perch above precarious

I watched her approach my broken body

Torn and bloody on that fateful day

A crimson rivulet spread slowly onto the green

Cardinal red on emerald grass shockingly seen

This tableau I observed  from above and stared

At my substance leaving its mortal lair

She then held me close in her luminous pallor

as we ascended on sunlight pillars

Moving at lightspeed past stars glowing

Within the void towards centric everything

Relentlessly we travelled into the darkness

Where all matter eventually arrives to rest

My angel escort and I reached the event horizon

where time seemed absent and without dimension

Then I merged effortlessly

with Universal Divine energy on that fateful day

DUALITY....

Duality

I know for certain that Hell exists

It's because there's a Heaven, I insist

what use would one be, a concept alone forever

without love or fear of one another

Just as obsolescence refuses to be defined

unless measured against usefulness refined

The joy of love in life found

always must be balanced by hate lurking around

Day bright opposes dark night

and our minds deal with that alright 

our lives stripped of the reality of death

would hardly be cherished, I bet

In a society where there is only good

evil would never be understood

and without the evil Lord's fiery kiss

would we be denied God's heavenly bliss

Hope in our lives would be meaningless

without despair, I must confess

That's the reason I relish opposites in life

as it gives my free will much delight

WHO KNOWS.....

Who Knows

 

Does the dying leaf know

that it instills joy and not sorrow

flashing colors in death exhibited

as it's sight is much appreciated

 

Gray squirrel with tail in quiver

Does it know he's natures helper

while hiding acorns all day

he's planting a forest during his stay

 

Does the Cardinal on wings full spread

know the color red

 with his timid mate lurking around

does she know the color brown

 

Does the hawk dripping crimson from his beak

feel regret for sinking his talons deep

and during the night soaked in pungent air

Does the skunk feel ashamed or even care

 

Does the lonely cricket chirping in the moonlight

feel joy during the warm summer night

Does the amazing wood duck on water preening

realize the colorful beauty it truly brings

 

Does the Maker of everything

Know that I notice everyone of these things

 

 

 



Just Imagine.......

JUST IMAGINE

 

 

When emerging from the tunnel dark

being content as imagination takes flight

in moments before soaring into absurdity

veiled substance presents possibilities

 

'Tis when magical dreams have faded

that we truly live in times shaded

and we mindfully seek them no more

make no efforts to restore

that feeling of floating heavenward

gliding on visions feathered

rising gracefully on pillars of hope

to see the future in grand scope

 

When dusk quietly looms in subdued light

beyond the reach of limited sight

our imagination anchors our life pleasures

holds fast our hidden treasures

that wait to be sacrificed

in silent speculations that entice

excitement, much like windblown leaves

chased by swirling mind shadows that tease

life back into memories frozen in time

and flood our present with feelings fine

 

And so, blood becomes wine

as crimson drops slowly entwine

lips that stray from passion

seeking to hide from devotion

and imagination creates spectral actors
cold in the night that saps personal rapture
and the will abstains from pleasures past
only to become frozen in times cast

We cannot foresee the future of life ahead
so, in wild and humble quest instead
we can imagine control of destiny
and with passion driven, soar with certainty
with our hearts sustained in hope
to heights hard to imagine above earthly scope
with the blessing present in such matters
 our imagination creates joys that never falter