Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2010
An Angel, silent
Her fingers, cold and stiff
The beauty still clinging to her face
Wings, draped low
Her face slows to expressionless
Floating away atop a sheet of mist
This is the journey we all missed
For on top of the Pearly Gates
Lies another Heaven, her resting place
The death of an Angel
as she sifts into the blue
Carried upon clouds of white
Ascent, into the highest light
Written by
Matthew Vera
852
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems