| I have an angel living inside of me. she wanders in the fields and woods of my memory. she wears a flowing gown that is white and very old. And she bears a sadness that will not go… she has my eyes, and she has my will. she has my smile, but she smiles not. she has my wit, she has my soul, she has my heart, I hope she keeps it well… she is the hail, and the smoke of campfires past. she is the laughter of children and the scent of regret... My angel is a child, but she is very old. My angel is a daughter, my angel is a mom. she is my touchstone, but my touchstone is gone… her color is orange her word is paradox. she lives for the sunshine, and Elvis and chocolate... Do angels cry? I think they do, and I can hear her sometimes when it is very still… she has my eyes, and she has my will. she has my smile, but she smiles not. she has my wit, she has my soul, she has my heart, I hope she keeps it well… |