Heavenly breezes blow the air
blooming with the fragrance of flowers.
An Angel shimmers on her cloud of bliss,
Spinning and twirling
Her dance of joy,
Her eyes bright with love.
She pauses in her dance
To gaze enchanted
By the spinning Earth.
She feels two souls
Waiting to touch
And her heart sings of romance
For an Angel is ... Love, you know.
So on this very, very special day
She plucks one feather
And watches it float down.
It spins and twirls
Like her dance
Until at last
It touches one
And then the other.
Eyes meet and love is born.
This oh so fragile gift of love
Given in the hope
that it might reveal
the joy in them
that she now feels.
Hearts merged,
Secrets shared,
Connections made,
Life is made more
Because of each other.
But oh do mortals ever really understand
This gift from Angels?
This most precious gift of love
Must be tended
Like the flowers in her garden,
Nurtured with tenderness,
Watered with tears of joy,
Weeded to keep out intruders.
The bond as fragile
As a gossamar spider's web
So easily torn,
So easily ripped apart.
Time passes as she watches.
She sees it broken,
Her precious gift of love and hope.
Her heart aches for these sad mortals
That could not really understand
That love's connection
Made as a gift from heaven
Might disappear as quickly as it came.
Her tears fall
As the Earth spins round
Until her dance begins once more
With hopes that love will bloom again.
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2 comments:
this is beautiful !
I watched this again and felt even more moved the second time. The love of two may be engendered by the Heavens and it may be sundered by mortals ignorant of how precious the union is union. But what else do we have ... but love? Without love, living is meaningless. When we find love, we expereince great joy. When we lose it, immense sorow. Yet we engage over and over again becasue it is the best thing we have.
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