Angel
Even now she lives on in my mind, as beauty
pure in conscious and unconscious state,
dwelling the byways of labyrinthine thought,
a vision of smiles, she will shine, radiate.
Hovers the beaten boards of stage memorial,
levitates with porcelain feet hanging bare,
adorned in robes of silken snow fall,
a halo of sun burning gold in her hair.
In a candlelit ambience, hands clasped in prayer,
contours of face gently daubed of white rose,
she mouths silent arias, tames the wild night
with magnificent love and grace in expose.
Even now she lives on in my mind, an angel
cast pure in every thought and deed;
as the clouds roll on in I shall never forget
Christmas tree angel...the only one I need.
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