Angels, poetry written by Alan David Gould at Spillwords.com
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Angels

Angels

written by: Alan David Gould

 

You see that stepping stones are there
You glimpse the starlets on the path
Anticipate the aftermath
yet breadcrumbs are quite rare

At some point we are bound to meet
the texture of approaching night
The angels of diffusive light
are pathways for our feet

And they come freely, so you know
You sense their most ethereal ways
Oh, I could lavish earthly praise
yet that is not for show

I see that you still walk the fence
yet wrap you round until you’re warm
Their presence means you’re safe from storm
Now tread with confidence

You know this, you have told me so
You see the clues, and I should say
The world is certainly that way
no matter where you go

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