Dark Clouds
A sky you would expect to see
Drifting with clouds that looked as
Though if you touched them you’d
Fade into and away with them.
A sky filled with angels and painful
Serenity
A sky like the beautiful stained glass
Window that I sit near in church, and
Wonder where my life is taking me
Because I don’t want to go
I wish it would slow down and wait
For me, but my wishes never come true.
I just hope someone cares enough about
Me to save me from the clouds
Then as though that one thought traveled
From my mind to his he stepped up behind
Me forming a shadow in the shining
Waters of my heart, forming a dark window
In it’s reflection as if to say I’ll save
You from the drifting clouds
But do I want him to save me? Because
Sitting here with just his shadow covering
Me, comforts me enough, I don’t want it all…
Just the shadow
I closed my eyes and
Listened to my Spanish angel sing
I’ll never let him drift away with the clouds
Is it real? Or is this another one of the
Many figments of my imagination,
Because now, as my angel plucks the
Many secrets from my heart
Like the strings of a guitar
I look up over the hills past the sun and
I see a dark cloud. That must be the
One that’s come to take me away
But when it reaches me, it doesn’t reach for me
It reaches for my Spanish angel and takes him away
Despair is what I feel
But the reassuring whispers
Of my Spanish angel, calms me
So I pick up my heart, put the despair
In the pocket and wake up from my dreams.
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