Is that an angel
Pulling stars from the sky
Or am I dreaming
Of meteors
Raining down on the Earth?
I see your hand, O seraph
How your dark veins
Are the color of that infinite space
And how your eyes shine
With all the answers to questions
That have gone on ignored.
Take each ball of fire from the sky
O seraph,
Gather them in your palm
And tip them down on this Earth
So that I may be inspired
And perish in flame
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Color Me November
Poetry30 days. 30 poems. 30 colors. It's time for the first ever Color Me November! #colormenovember 11/8: #138 in Poetry
