The Meeting
Angel of the Light
Let me touch your glossy wings
Before you take off in flight
Beautiful and Magical
Your presence startles me
I hearken to your soft-spoken words
Reaching only to me
The hem of your lily gown
Flutters in the breeze
Eyes of topaz crysalline
Full of mystery
Skin the color of peaches
Soft as Summer's grass
Like sunlight in late winter
Never should you pass
Golden rays of sunbeam
Are added to thy hair
Swirls of amber beauty
Make life seem fair
Wishing you could stay a lifetyme
Teach me all you know
Tyme would be a metaphor
I'd never let you go
But heaven needs you now
Go and fly free
I will sacrifice my love
Angel of the Sea