Thursday, January 10, 2013

Almost an Angel. (Triple A)


Almost an Angel. (Triple A)




Death cannot destroy light,
Or something so pure.
It is hard to fight,
Upon the solar winds,
Every day and every night.

Golden glow surrounds,
Called to a mission,
To do his bidding,
Accept her permission,
Gladly in submission,
Without forced attrition.

Walking on the droplets,
Hidden in the clouds,
Sated by pure water,
Pure sound and light,
And loves delight,
Carried on, always upright.