My Angel

"The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone." ~G.K. Chesterton, "Orthodoxy"

I can feel the soft light,
Pulsing, beating,
And hear the hum,
Of an Angel sleeping.

A fluttering eye,
A waking dream,
Sunlit skin,
A radiant gleam.

Such a glorious Creature,
Lain under my sheets,
In a century's time,
One rarely meets.

It's soft breath a-blowing,
Time itself slowing,
An Angel is showing,
And even God himself knowing.

Alas! Sweet movement!
A blessing to mine eye,
With the opening of its own,
And a smile and a sigh.

A new morning can start now,
Beginning a new day,
Now that, to me,
My Angel found its way.

Author's Note

I thought this one turned out pleasant. It's one of my recent works, inspired by the love of my life. :) Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Yes i think you should publish your work .I love it .If works like these are the measure of your ability I think you will succeed gloriously
100/100

[Khaaki]

good one... its simple yet powerful in imaginary...

[Ralphy]

Well it seems that your inspiration has transformed your feelings into works that capture the heart and soul. I am pleased with your words as they bring tranquility to one's mind as they read each verse...hugs