Angels come into my soul,
Spring from mind of being,
No death of them takes toll,
A barrel full of monkeys,
Here, then gone again,
Pooches, birds, and donkeys,
No canvas do they paint, but life,
Creatures big and small,
The universe their hive,
They stay a while in view,
And in a blink are gone,
Before I ever knew,
In my dreams they come, to say hello,
Their faces then I see,
Then fade away and go,
There, last night was Angelface,
Happily we talked,
Eternity our favourite place,
I miss her in the woods the trees,
On this side of the world,
That tiny little tease,
Yet nearer is she now then ever,
Right there in my heart she is,
She is so very clever,©16/11/2010
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Regis
And in a blink are gone
So very sadly true, my friend. But thankfully, they often stay in our hearts and souls, forever.
Be always safe,
Karen
and yet they do...across our hearts they paint love and beauty,
and they inspire us to think and feel and write.
As always, you care, Jasmin, and for that you have my blessing and admiration.
John