Poetry

Saturday, 25 October 2025

Angel feet

 I sat there laughing

While you were sitting loving

And all of heaven fell

Like tears

And shattered like laughter

Around our feet

And I knew you to be an Angel

Who I did meet

And all was holy silent

Along the midnight street

Yet I sat there laughing

Not ready to believe

While you were sitting loving

Wearing my heart on your sleeve


I cried into my breakfast bowl

While you championed the weak

I swear that you had took my soul

For I had forgotten how to speak

And all was loud and busy

Out on the daytime street

And I forgot what made me whole

While you had made end meet


You were my Angel then

As I went on a midnight stroll

And future was only a figure of speech

And past a catching look

And the present some glimpse of my soul

I read about in books

How can you hold a candle

To me anymore? I burn

And low

The embers turn back to coal

And I can't think of you

No more


I heard an Angel's passing feet

Softly I hid behind a door

To me my heart did beat


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