I conjured up an angel,
you know they can take physical form,
and he was the most beautiful blue-eyed angel,
that I truly ever thought I could know.
He came down, he said, to shore up my faith,
to keep me warm and safe from harm,
and to share his love for me in this dimension,
so that I would no longer feel so forlorn.
But he’s got back up now, you know they can’t stay,
that is the rule they must obey for their earthly tour,
but I must confess that I fell in love with my angel,
so now, I ask you, what on earth can I do?
I know that he wakes me at night once in a while,
so I will remember his warm masculine touch,
and when I feel his clear, soft aura surrounding me,
I have the feeling that he misses me just as much.
Poem & Photo by Therese Gramercy, copyright 2009, all rights reserved. |