October 2013

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while the crescent moon
is high in the sky
somewhere between
dawn & midnight

I feel an angel
pass by this way

when the dampness of dew
is held softly on grass
looking much like tears
shed in sadness cast

I feel an angel
pass by this way

my mind wraps ’round
old sayings & things
‘when you hear a bell
an angel gets their wings’

I feel an angel
pass by this way

when I smell the scent
of a forgotten perfume
or fragrant flowers
within my room

I feel an angel
pass by this way

though scripted not
in the time after passing
& the harshness
of the hour has gone
never lasting

I feel an angel
pass by this way

now of spiritual grace
they fill the space
so unforgiving
once void of all
that was
theirs’ in living

I feel an angel
pass by this way

Renee Espriu

Month: October 2013