Sweet seraphim singing as he rises
Turns this mere poet dumb
Made a moon-eyed waif below beauty
Ears ringing under angel from above
In a world so full of dissonance
Harmony peals as he steals my words away
They drip thick like honey from my lips
Golden glory seeping down my face
He is radiant as Micheal upon his steed
His song bids even Time stand still
To watch the herald up on high
Head held lofty tossed in thrill
I am left singing silent canticles
As a beggar supplicant with open palms
But lo he bends to bless me from the saddle
With his honey hallowed psalms
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Poetics and Musings
PoesiaJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
