of an Angel by
of an Angel Poem by Mimi Robins
The soft hand of an angel
And fly towards the face of God
Through the depths of my soul.
That is my dream.
Now my soul lies weak,
Shivering in its infancy,
Without vision or understanding
In a night of dark silence.
My breathing holds promise.
My open heart aches, seeking beauty.
I feel hope.
From somewhere an intangible love
Shielding me from the winter.
I have tasted the nectar of the damned.
out for more.