* Angel poems : Personal Poetry by an Archangel *

Joy is like water that runs smoothly downhill over grass, and weeds, and flowers all the same . An angel carries an urn filled with birds, and treasures and messages and when she glimpses sunrise her heart opens up like a flower and her feet dance as in the snow and all the ancestors stand up in surprise and clap . A Vague moon showers its peace and doves fly over . Story-without-end . by Angelman Raphael

l The moon has a song she sings, a melody that drifts across the night. In flight she flees the lover scorned, the trees shadows and the seas mirrors. She laughs. Such a laugh would make angels weep in joy to hear. She woops, she woos, she hollers. She rides night’s winds. She flies. She unties. She dies .(goes down)