Brilliant light shown on his face
As he walked through the dark murkiness
That was once his world.
Guided by a desire to reach the angel,
And hold her in his arms,
And not for a moment,
For an angel is most precious
When she doesn't know she's a blessing from Heaven.
He knew once he seen her,
That the halo and wings were missing,
But an angel nonetheless is she.
He longs to hold her,
And have her feel his trembling hands
Slowly and softly touching her skin.
He longs to kiss her lips
And look deep into the soulful eyes
That let him see deep within her.
She seems so far away,
But his heart has bridged all time and space,
He would travel to the ends of the world-
Fight the flames of hell-
For they are not hotter than the flame she ignited in his very soul.
Should he tell her?
He thinks that she would only run further,
Only time will tell.
Each passing day, he longs to hear her voice,
And desires to have her by his side.
Shall he follow?
He leans against the harsh winds
And he trudges forward,
Only in hopes to be nearer to her.
His words are all he has,
And he only hopes that they reach her
As hers have reached his soul-
Fueling a passionate desire to be hers.
How long can he wait?
It would seem that forever is a long time,
Alas, now time has no meaning,
As he has seen perfection-
He has been blessed with her vision,
And he shall wait forever and a day
To have one moment in her heart.
Robert J Nye (2007)
