Angel Sighs

Returning to the one you belong to. Not really in the romantic sense.

The days have changed so much

Since I used to walk the nights.

I had so much love for the flavor of the wind

And the scent of moonlight.

 

Tasting the breeze tonight is far too

Nostalgic. Above me, the touch of starlight,

Diminished in comparison to before,

By the glistening parking lot lights.

 

There was something so spiritual

About sitting on the cool, spring grass.

A magnificent cushion of dandelion buds

And the swaying uncut blades caress.

 

Everything is moved by the rhythm

Of delicate, loving, angel sighs.

 

This beauty was masked now, by my own disregard.

I had forgotten those nights

When I pondered for an exact word

For night in the springtime.

 

Understand, that this is not all that I have forgotten.

In my selfish aspiration I told you “I am yours”.

 

Forgetting all about the angel sighs,

Driving the sweet morning dew into my eyes.

 

Forgetting all about the alluring scent of moonlight

And all about the ginger embrace of starlight.

 

Forgetting all about my other lover, who kindly

Took me back to the night,

And back to a world that I belonged to.

Author's Note

I wrote this at work when I was outside throwing stuff in the dumpster. Glamorous, I know.

Reviews

[The Everyday Surprises ..]

Made me feel like there was something left behind... i like the feel of it.... thx for sharing it

[April Child]

Feels very wistful, poignant. I'm not sure of the story but I like the feel, like something unfinished.

Everything is moved by the rhythm
Of delicate, loving, angel sighs

Angel sighs, I love this, it's so delicate.

[Brenda Sue]

Very beautifully written. A wonderful job.