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The Angel Within
- The Angel Within -
In eyes of purest sapphire light,
Piercing the soft veils of night…
Oh slender lover of my delight,
Let us commence the holy rite!
Mine, art the eyes, of that hue…
Looking inward, with such blue.
Seeing dreams I long to be true,
Which no human art may undo.
The angel that I see deep inside,
Where my soul, doth so abide…
For far too long, didst she hide!
Never more, will she be denied.
I see her in the mirrors smiling,
Her singing ever so beguiling…
Until there canst be no denying,
For I am either living or dying!
The angel inside needs wings…
Which, only freedom so brings.
Her song is mine, as she sings,
For I am the angel in all things!
When my makeup, I so apply…
I fashion anew that angel I spy,
And I give her the wings to fly.
For, our beauty, I cannot deny!
My flesh is canvas; this is art…
Mine, is the will to do my part.
The angel sings, so let us start!
Pierced, by inspiration’s dart…
I bestow life, to a grand vision.
Feeling one without division…
I make a true artist’s decision!
Glories merge with a collision,
Until I see, what I yearned for.
I am a full goddess once more,
As if from the heavenly shore!
Longing, for what lies in store.
I sing my song, for all to hear,
Shedding one last, broken tear.
I embrace a truth freed of fear,
Until I see my paradise is near.
If only I couldst forever erase,
From my memory every trace…
Of all pain prior to such grace!
I muse, as I touch her-my face.
One face, one form, one soul…
Free from all bonds of control.
For peace I pay the divine toll,
So I may my true self, console.
I lose myself, in art’s design…
To gain myself for all of time!
Mine eyes beheld the fair sign,
So I might know bliss sublime.
No more shall I be as a slave…
For the angel within I do save!
I awaken, as if from the grave,
The gods know, all that I gave.
The veils of night witness all…
As I sing, and to old gods call!
I plan to rise, and never to fall,
As I so ascend past every wall.
In eyes of purest sapphire light,
Piercing the soft veils of night…
Oh slender lover of my delight,
Let us commence the holy rite!
Mine, art the eyes, of that hue…
Looking inward, with such blue.
Seeing dreams I long to be true,
Which no human art may undo.
The angel that I see deep inside,
Where my soul, doth so abide…
For far too long, didst she hide!
Never more, will she be denied.
I see her in the mirrors smiling,
Her singing ever so beguiling…
Until there canst be no denying,
For I am either living or dying!
The angel inside needs wings…
Which, only freedom so brings.
Her song is mine, as she sings,
For I am the angel in all things!
When my makeup, I so apply…
I fashion anew that angel I spy,
And I give her the wings to fly.
For, our beauty, I cannot deny!
My flesh is canvas; this is art…
Mine, is the will to do my part.
The angel sings, so let us start!
Pierced, by inspiration’s dart…
I bestow life, to a grand vision.
Feeling one without division…
I make a true artist’s decision!
Glories merge with a collision,
Until I see, what I yearned for.
I am a full goddess once more,
As if from the heavenly shore!
Longing, for what lies in store.
I sing my song, for all to hear,
Shedding one last, broken tear.
I embrace a truth freed of fear,
Until I see my paradise is near.
If only I couldst forever erase,
From my memory every trace…
Of all pain prior to such grace!
I muse, as I touch her-my face.
One face, one form, one soul…
Free from all bonds of control.
For peace I pay the divine toll,
So I may my true self, console.
I lose myself, in art’s design…
To gain myself for all of time!
Mine eyes beheld the fair sign,
So I might know bliss sublime.
No more shall I be as a slave…
For the angel within I do save!
I awaken, as if from the grave,
The gods know, all that I gave.
The veils of night witness all…
As I sing, and to old gods call!
I plan to rise, and never to fall,
As I so ascend past every wall.
Published 9th Jun 2015
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10th Jun 2015 7:53am
11th Jun 2015 00:21am
Thank you, Zoey! Thank you so very, deeply much. I'm glad you liked the poem... and even more glad you find me as beautiful as I strive to have my verses be. *Smiles* :)
