She walked above the light of the bay
Hair blew the length of golden moon beams
That broke through the illuminated clouds
It was as if God sent His angel
She approached me and I fell asleep
Your warm hands on my cool face woke me
Your auburn hair silhouetting your face
I knew right then you was my angel
© 2011 Michael Yost
This poem paints a beautiful word picture, Michael.
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Such beautiful, romantic words 😀 xx
And a joy to write. smiles…
divine imagery, well done…
Always nice to hear from you. Thanks!
Brilliant imagery. You can truly see it in your mind’s eye.
Perhaps “were” not “was” at the end? – sorry couldn’t help it.
Thanks. If the word right was plural the word were would be correct. It didn’t look right to me either until I looked it up.