Angel

another old poem

A moonlit night and a cold breeze
the smell of the nearby ocean

engulf my senses.

The sand that my toes play in is

beneath me as I wait for my Angel.

 

I open my eyes to the face I love.

 

His hair, soft and glowing like the moon above,

his skin pale and shiny as silver, 

His eyes like pools of glory,

his smile is sweet enough to make my
heart race.

His voice as strong as thunder but
sweet as rain.

 His enbrace quickens my breath.

His lips meet mine with the softness
of a cloud.

 

What heavenly bliss!

 

I shiver in his strong arms.

Never will we part.