Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Secret Things...

© Gloria Smith 02/14/10

I write you all my heart. It is the only pen I have.

Bright yellow butterflies light up the grass bringing a smile; bright yellow sunshine warms me.

A piece of the sun drips from the sky giving birth to a bright yellow Goldfinch. It sits still at my feet.

With a tilt of its tiny head it casts me a look of puzzlement and flies away.

My heart takes flight with it.

From a distance I feel a prayer; someone cares...

A prayer has sent an Angel to my side. Someone secret cares... I feel a prayer.

I hear a thousand Angels cry as the rain begins to fall. It is cool and wet on my hot skin. I raise my face to the sky and open my mouth to taste the calm.

From a distance I hear a whisper like an Angel's sigh... He'll hold you in the storm... Has Heaven sent a refuge? A Hero...

I feel your lips warm and wet. I taste your mouth and tingle with excitement. Taste me...

How long the night of hazy recollection. I dream...

An Angel flies, a Goldfinch flies, and my heart flies to you. I feel your heart at once tender and warm.

Angels whisper secrets to me. We smile together.

I am an Angel with a broken wing treading in forbidden places where Angels do not dare.

You will be there... waiting...

Angels whisper secrets the bright yellow butterflies carry in their wings.

Sing to me... play for me... love me in the dark and tell me secret things.

Whispers on the wind -- Secret things...

GLO

1 comment:

Joanne Cucinello said...

Gloria. . .
Your poetry is exquisite! Love letters spun with golden words. . .
treasures!

Joanne