Warm Hands

Posted on May 15, 2011 | 8 Comments

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

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8 responses to “Warm Hands”

Mary | May 16, 2011 at 4:34 AM | Reply

This poem paints a beautiful word picture, Michael.
P.S. Take a visit to the Poets United site today.

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- booguloo | May 16, 2011 at 10:06 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks Mary!
  
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Blossom Dreams | May 16, 2011 at 1:00 PM | Reply

Such beautiful, romantic words 😀 xx

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- booguloo | May 16, 2011 at 6:44 PM | Reply
  
  And a joy to write. smiles…
  
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Jingle | May 16, 2011 at 2:16 PM | Reply

divine imagery, well done…

😉

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- booguloo | May 16, 2011 at 6:40 PM | Reply
  
  Always nice to hear from you. Thanks!
  
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andy mcdonald | May 16, 2011 at 6:09 PM | Reply

Brilliant imagery. You can truly see it in your mind’s eye.
Perhaps “were” not “was” at the end? – sorry couldn’t help it.

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- booguloo | May 16, 2011 at 6:27 PM | Reply
  
  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.
  
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