Angels

For angels everywhere.

Until you've climbed into the night,

until you've held the stars,

when angels are the points of light

like Jupiter and Mars;

like yellow of the daffodil

or heaven's welcome glow,

to span the heights on gossamer wings

caught in a cherub undertow.

Until you've soared beyond the earth,

until you've breathed the sun,

when angels are both joy and mirth

and seraphim are fun;

with melody in galaxy

as lyres meld in hand,

the Milky Way as orchestra--

Polaris joins the band.

    ...to sense the angels and the midnight,

    to see the angels and the blue;

    ...to feel the aura and the moonlight

    ere angels spend the morning dew.

On days when dark works overtime,

on nights when dreams conclude,

when angels offer lemon-lime

before the lonely thirsts intrude;

like mountain-mist arising,

like Mercury apace,

the spirit is our sustenance

from melody and grace.

    ...to know of angels and of midnight,

    I'll bid my laden days adieu;

    ...the cosmos from a novel height,

    to know of angels and of you.

Reviews

[Sagar Patil]

This is beauteous Richard. Very rhythmic and poetically studded with serene imagery. I believe at times it climbs into surreal domains. If only you could work to make the structure a bit more uniform, readers will certainly be even more impressed. But of course, thats by no means a necessity.
Kudos and Best wishes.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Oh so refreshing. To fly with the angels in a midnight sky. Loves this.