The Fair Angel Sitting On a Dark Blue Cloud
The fair angel sitting on a dark blue cloud
holds a dazed light in her trembling, gentle hand open wide...
shouldn't a peaceful summer's night be lit by silver stars?
How would she reach the rings of Mars?
Like Venus dressed in white silk,
she waits for her Adonis to make her weak
with his beautiful, ripped physique...
would then that heavenly vision be unique?
The fair angel sitting on a dark blue cloud
feeds her fantasy by peaking into the effulgent light,
for now she seems so peaceful and glad...
later, she'll worry as it'll become evanescent as night.
Lustrous moon shed some light on her path 'till morning comes,
can she dream with open eyes and still be realistic?
More is achieved when one loves as she truly does...
unlikely others who are anxious to be loved and become love-sick.
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