One Angel
poem by:
Wendy Phelan
Written
on Oct 26, 2015
One angel listens in soft blankets, while awaiting secret dreams, Innocence sweet, suffocates fear, as nothing is what it seems One angel slumbers while abandonment confides in the shadows Like being lost in the deepest caverns, the way out no-one knows Sleepy she hopes to be loved and looks to the moon's silvery light While her green eyes grow ever heavy and sleep gives in to the night She dreams of witches and cauldrons, cackling their secrets and lies While wishing for sweet fairies in flower beds dancing in star filled skies So loved before eight years passed, now a novelty that danced on by Not perfect enough for the queen now, her love was always a lie The angel stayed deep inside herself, there was no safe place to be She found a way out from under her power escaping wild and free What is the meaning of living this life when choice is never ours How does a child defeat a witch and not bend toward her powers Honesty dictates that one must love those that take time to love us But reality bends one's mind to fear, fear never breeds love or trust When your angel lays her head down, dreams are free to choose When your angel awoke, you were gone so only you will lose As she loves like there is no tomorrow and forgives you everyday You can hang in the web you created, and still have nothing to say.. Wendy Phelan - August 14 2007
Tags: love, pain,
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Christopher Russon commented:
I love this poem.
Ja Ja
commented:
So well worded, so nicely expressed. Thank you.
Edward shields
commented:
Wow great words.
Wendy Phelan
commented:
Thank you very much everyone, for your comments and taking time to read one of my poems. It is amazing how you have all encouraged me to keep writing and sharing with other writers and poets.
Robert Kohlhammer
commented:
Enjoyable read.
Geoffrey Brewer
commented:
An elegant, well constructed poem with interesting, perceptive observations, using pleasing language.
Paul Stephens
commented:
Beautiful poem Wendy, I love the way you write.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Oh, Wendy you write beautiful poetry........I seem to know who you refer to in your lovely poem......
