As the angel descended from heaven
she shred her wings saying good by
for it was her lover ,the poet
she wished to meet
Midway a bridge he stood
Wary and eyes dim ,he wondered
was his love a dream
as the clouds parted way for the sunshine
with trembling lips of mortal
she called his sweet name
wrapped in the fragrance of winter
the wind carried the feather touched words
He glanced in front stood his angel.
Mesmired and still his eyes
saw a wonder shaped by the morality
Was it true bliss or was he at the gates of paradise.
He saw her fair skin shine like jewels simmering
Yes this was whom he had dreamed of
But alas,He was awake….
If not let this dream forever remain.