I have been reading this book "After the Light" by Kimberly Clark Sharp where she described her NDE (near-death experience). Her stories did not let me sleep at nights.
Like me she moved to Seattle so we are in the same area. When reading about the ghosts she saw and angels (good and evil) that could protect or get in her body I could feel like there was somebody sitting on my bed. Literally. So while my roommate was gone to Mexico I have decided I would not read it. She is back so it's time to finish it. Tonight is the night! I will say goodbye to "After the Light". I just wish it was fiction...
So, I was looking for my old poems and the one I found was about love of a human for an angel. the end was tragical though. After reading Sharp's book I have decided humans and good angels are friends, more like family members, so I should rewrite my poem. And I did. It's not perfect but that's what it turned out to be:
Your wings and arrows won't save us
You may leave, just fly away!
People are blind, my angel
The earth crushes and goes astray
How many days ahead your tenderness follows me?
Shadows cuddle trying to kill my brightness
But you are always near holding me,
sharing your pure lightness
They did forget vanilla skies
and, trapped in there sorrows
You, Angel, they despise
they cannot stand your glory.
Mellow in my dreams and fly
I am the happiness
Voice of yours is a lullaby
Tucked me in and told me this story all over again.
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