Flying the depth

It took me 7 months to post this poetry not because I was continuously refining the flavor or the theme but, the "title" was something that held my role.

She was the angel of heart

It was just a matter of time

When she used to sail the love cart

Wide up, flying high on stems of trust

A tree with fruits of hatred 

and the roots of lust

An innocent bright bird 

Who used to chirp the songs of love

Swinging for the world to dance

Dancing on the tune of romance

She was a cotton ball

Resting near a heart of coal

Who used to speak about the purity of soul

Once under the dark sky

Her angel turned daemon and

Her beautiful smile started to cry

Shattered away with the broken wings

She fell down red blooded into my limbs

Less on conscious wet with blood

I pulled her close to me

She was sensitive as a bud

Her pain was hard for me to bear

A droplet fell on my hand

That was her warm tear

Despite disconnected from the world into my arms

Her eyes were crying 

Speaking her grudge hard

I felt a bond 

Following from my soul to hold hers

It was so dark inside

I decided to stay there forever

twisting and tumbling she looked into my eyes

trying to recognize

Each and every soul hovering by

I held her tight and felt her warm breath

Screaming out loud

She dreaded for death

I held her firm

And hugged her tight

I kissed her forehead and promised to end this fight

She held me harder and wept her agony

She sung my words

To tune her symphony

Harder and stronger

She fought her pain each day

Gaining strength to ride again

The love sleigh

Soon, she learned to maintain the balance again

Pulling me closer and putting her love to claim

It was hard to fly with the angel

As her wings were still bruced

It was not the time to tune her

As her heart was abused

Bolting me hard to her side

She started to fly high

It was not her, drubbing the wind beside

It was me flying by

I pumped up high to take her higher

Touching a distance

She changed her desire

She was the angel of my heart

Strong enough to fly again

I was much cherished to fly alone

Rather than creeping with the pain

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

What a sad journey your Angel went through...and you along with her, to help carry her burdens, until it was time to part...
This is a sad, yet touching piece. Nicely done, my friend. ~xoxo~

[prodicallife]

Dear Robbie,

Thanks for your words of reviews.

You appreciate really well. I feel respected.

Thanks you for your time friend.

Stay blessed.

Regards
Prodicallife

[Robbie~xoxo~]

My pleasure to read your work of art, my dear friend. xx :)

[prodicallife]

Thanks once again Robbie.

That is well deserved pleasure for me.

Regardsread moreThanks once again Robbie.

That is well deserved pleasure for me.

Regards
Prodicallife

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You're welcome (((hugs))) :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the story in the poem. I like the way you used the Angel to stress your point.
"She was the angel of my heart
Strong enough to fly again"
It is odd how things can change and we learn to cherish flying alone. I like the ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[prodicallife]

Once again, I am filled with the pond of respect in my heart.

It's so blooming and gentle to read your reviews over my work and feel so enthusiastic.

Thanks for pulling out some time to review my work.

Stay blessed.

Regards
Prodicallife