A Walk with Angels
the sun skirted through the trees,teasing the lovers as they walked
hand in hand along the forest path.
Lost in each others hearts,
they seem to vanish like the hidden creatures
skuttling along the underbrush.
Through moons and mansions
sitting atop hills
We make our way.
Through windswept whirlpools
wrapped in the adore of ages
We dipped our wings in crimson
and crazed waves of Heaven's same
rising ever rising
in the rapture of desire
they mingle,
entangle their bodies
in purest pleasure
moving to a place of
sweet sensation
over towers of fleece and dew
we strolled amongst
ours the paths of tomorrow
were heard in our cries
in our each slip of rythym
we were lead to courtyards
crowned by the moon
sipping of wine that God had forgotten
and left upon the sill
of our storm
in the air hung aghast wires
calmly awaiting the truest entrance
as we danced, grasped in
the melancholia of
trapped doors spoken in premonition
it was then that I saw you in truest light
closely lit by lanterns of deepest depths
and
made of crime
of last
and perpetual
tides
and longings
of sharpest, dearful,
most high breaths
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2006-09-22 at 19:29
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