deepundergroundpoetry.com

Living Angel.

I walked towards the tune of a harp that should be golden.
I harked these unseen peaceful tunes.
Tunes that drifted abhor away,
Spoke to me.

I lifted my hand to the Heavens,
And watched it grow bright.

"Sunny Alight, close to Almighty"
Is what the tunes sung in my ears.
"Follow our sound."

I walked the feilds,
I stumbled through the forestations,
I swam across many rivers
And that sound led me to a villege.
In the east.
 
The angels never stopped singing.
The golden harp never stopped playing.
Not with my golden hand

I weild with my sword to protect the village of the sun.
Written by SunnyAlight
Published | Edited 9th Oct 2012
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 1
comments 1 reads 752
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 11:57am by PAR
COMPETITIONS
Today 10:15am by MySmile
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:48am by Ahavati
POETRY
Today 6:47am by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 6:45am by JiltedJohnny
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:36am by SweetKittyCat5