Thursday, 28 July 2011

This angel floats above my life, so high

This angel floats above my life, so high.
She's out of reach - in her angelic way.
I only wish I had the wings to fly.

They say some stuff is far too hard to try,
Like jumping up to touch a dream? I may.
This angel floats above my life, so high.

With love that's hot enough to burn the sky
I'd surely disrupt her world: true disarray!
I only wish I had the wings to fly.

Her smiles, bright colours, make me want to cry.
(My feelings down with earthbound frowns, so grey.)
This angel floats above my life, so high.

She's pure, and clean, and free, and that is why
I'd like to be with her, up there, each day.
I only wish I had the wings to fly.

I'll steel myself, and strain to catch her eye.
Maybe she'll come to me and want to play.
This angel floats above my life, so high.
I only wish I had the wings to fly.


This is the first and last poem on this blog. I think you know how I feel about poems. However, if you don't, you could always read my "Notes".