I sit here and still I dream,
Of the moment an angel before me appeared.
A story made for the generations to come,
One that would shed tears for both the loved and the feared.
A tall young man,
Early twenties I was.
Standing on the curb under the sun,
I would wait every morning for the bus.
But one day it never came,
Waiting patiently was all I could do.
At the mean time I’d stare at the sky,
Amazed from its pure glistening blue.
I turn around in hope of time,
To find a creature beyond any true means.
Forcing my eyes to focus,
I begin to blush like a childish teen.
She was beautiful,
No words exist to describe such beauty.
My heart dropped from its place,
Butterflies, birds, roses all sounding so fruity.
But to explain such instant feelings,
Something I never dreamt.
Her endless stare into my eyes,
A desire for seconds I had kept.
And my heart to her spoke,
As I asked for her name.
With a smile she replied,
Her lips in a form of such a rapture flame.
Nirvana she called herself,
Confused but I did not bicker.
As I got closer to such a pearl,
Pours of rain began to fall above her.
She was crying,
And I fell on my knees sobbing.
What could make such an angel weep,
My pain for her I felt within me growing.
Over my shoulder she rests her hand,
And tells me all would be alright.
Her cries creating before me a race of roses,
But my tears I could not fight.
She kneeled before me,
And gently wiped away my dreadful rivers.
As a rainbow flew above us,
Her comfort taken away all my shivers.
Staring into her eyes,
I see what the future holds for me.
And again I fall crying,
Begging for a chance from this world to be free.
Her charm overtakes my pain,
As to me she sings.
Of the love of life,
And all the good for me it brings.
A child in the arms of an angel,
I tear myself to sleep.
And before I had closed my eyes,
I asked God for no more reasons to weep.
But such a prayer never came true,
As I awake to no angel in the room.
And again a tear falls and reaches the ground,
Before my eyes a rose so white begins to magically bloom.
Its been more than half a life,
And the white rose remains at play.
Resembling the beauties and strengths of life,
This rose has yet to go away.
And every night,
Before the sun comes out to burn.
Endless waterfalls erupt from my eyes,
Hoping that one day, one night my angel would return.
----S.B.
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