If I were an angel in the dark,
I would appear in flames simply
from the radiance of my eyes.
I would fire up candles for prayers.
I would make twilight shimmer
like a mirror still lake.
I would awaken you
from slumber and despair,
gather you up gently,
swaddle you in my gossamer wings.
I would cast out your pain with lightning,
incense your soul with soothing myrrh,
bathe you in waves of forgetting,
deliver you to a vista of light
on a path of comets as beacons.
I would gift you wings,
teach you how to fly through
clouds of many colors,
swing on stars falling into a sea of lights.
I would never leave you
in times of battle or new birth,
the time of the death of your pain
a blazing nova, a new sun.
All of this I would do for you.
Who would know more of the legion of light
than an angel of the night?
Copyright© 2017/10/10, revised 2020/04/13 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
My poetry podcast, Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul (meelosmom.podbean.com)
Image: “An Angel in the Dark” (original art © by my sister Martha Harris.) See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
