The Angel & Her Grand Machine

The Angel & Her Grand Machine


I once met an angel,
I met her in a dream.

She graced a stool before a desk, in front of a grand machine.
Like nothing before I have ever seen,
A diamond shaped viewing screen.
Reflecting alien objects that scattered the room,
From each given angle the many facets did gleam.

I questioned this being in an age-old tone:
Mam.. You must tell I,
From where did you purchase this glorious machine?

She paused for a second,
And studied my presence.
Then after what seemed like an aeon,
She told me to round up her phesants.

In return I also paused for a second.
Again an aeon did seem to fly,
Until eventually I asked.. but surely, why?

This question it seemed did stir a child-like laugh.

She then looked deeply down straight into my eyes,
Her gaze so soft and delicate, like sweet lullabies.
Then whispered in my ear with a voice like thunder...

My dear sweet child, I'm sorry to laugh,
But this is only a dream, you must simply wake up.


By Elijah
Written for Dream Angel.

Originally Posted by ultra-violet

that's lovely.

Thanks UV.
If I can get a word to ryhme with violet you're up next.

[Adrienne]

Elijah, that is so sweet, a poem for me ! Beautiful , I love it !

Thank you so much !
Dream Angel xx

[ces]

Elijah that wonderful - love it!

cesx