She glides through this life
gowned and glowing in
white
In her hand, a candle with
a golden flame that never
dies
And she spotted me on the
beach with a branch in my
hand
As I was drawing my scars
in the sea-kissed sands. It
was
then that I felt behind me
a tender heat, so I turned
and
met her gaze. The scars I
drew in the sand healed.
Under
my feet, a path of glass
marble that when kissed
by
the sunlight, became a
rainbow. She beckoned
me
to follow her to which I
did and we ventured through
sky, land and sea
She spoke so gently
She smiled so kindly
Her words had so much
worth with such little
cost
My sorrowed heart was halved
My joy seemed to double
And then she said she had
to go.
But she smiled and said that
she was never far behind,
and if ever in doubt, I should
look to the sky
I'll see her star and feel her gaze
And I would always end up with
a smiling face.
Handing me her undead candle,
she floated away and I would never
forget that day.
She saw me a someone who
could heal and touch many lives
And like the talent in me,
it will never die
Now watching the dying sun,
by the beach, I turn my face
to the empty seat.
No, I shouldn't say empty.
So it is sweet to smile and
meet the angel that burns
with a kind heat
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
She glides through this life
gowned and glowing in
white
In her hand, a candle with
a golden flame that never
dies
And she spotted me on the
beach with a branch in my
hand
As I was drawing my scars
in the sea-kissed sands. It
was
then that I felt behind me
a tender heat, so I turned
and
met her gaze. The scars I
drew in the sand healed.
Under
my feet, a path of glass
marble that when kissed
by
the sunlight, became a
rainbow. She beckoned
me
to follow her to which I
did and we ventured through
sky, land and sea
She spoke so gently
She smiled so kindly
Her words had so much
worth with such little
cost
My sorrowed heart was halved
My joy seemed to double
And then she said she had
to go.
But she smiled and said that
she was never far behind,
and if ever in doubt, I should
look to the sky
I'll see her star and feel her gaze
And I would always end up with
a smiling face.
Handing me her undead candle,
she floated away and I would never
forget that day.
She saw me a someone who
could heal and touch many lives
And like the talent in me,
it will never die
Now watching the dying sun,
by the beach, I turn my face
to the empty seat.
No, I shouldn't say empty.
So it is sweet to smile and
meet the angel that burns
with a kind heat
This poem is a tribute to Sue, who wrote a delightful kind poem for me called the 'angel with a broken wing'. I really cried at how beautiful it was so here is my poem to her to thank her.
Please follow Sue, she writes so elegantly and she's such a friendly soul too!
Here is the link to her page: https://hellopoetry.com/u712779/
Thank you so much, Sue!
Have a blessed day, everyone!
Lyn ***
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