My tears melt in rivulets, as I gaze down on this, Nature’s panorama, And, as the crimson portent of my day settles into the vastnesses of eagles, and dragon lairs and serpent dreams, my heart expands, and stills. Till the next Time! And, when night comes the crimson lifts off and the clouds welcome it, and the moon accepts it, my gift, to the Goddess..
Personal Angel Poems with angel signatures especially for children of all ages. A gift for them.