Talking to Angels 

Golden lining across the sky…
Pink clouds floating lazily…
Long green, green grass below…
Yellow flowers spilt over the field at sunset
Glowing in the half light… 

The clear blue stream running near-by
Reflects my image so perfectly
I sigh, and lie back on the grass… 

How long will it be?
How long has it been?
I wonder if it will be very long now… 

Angels…
I see angels circling in the skies
Which might be my guardian angel? 

Dusk is fading, I can see stars appearing
The sky is now clear,
Not a cloud to be seen… 

What a mystery life can be…
How curious the ways of angels,
I can’t understand my feelings,
Maybe I never will… 

But for now,
Maybe, just maybe, I like this feeling…
Just maybe I don’t want this feeling to leave
Maybe I want to stay like this forever,
In this trance,

Just talking to angels…

Poem written by Tatiana Lasevicius Copyright © Please do not copy without prior written consent from the author