Guardian Angel

~*~*~*~Thank you for taking the time to read this write. It is not a rhyming poem so for those that only like rhyming, this isn't for you. But for those that can visualize a beauty that you've never known, this is for you. It's long. So if you take the time to read, i thank you from the bottom of my heart. For those that left once the read this. . ..CHICKENS! lol jk but for real...enjoy~*~*~*~

In my dreams i see someone. I've seen her many times. She's beautiful. Long flowing, golden, curly locks that are like pure gold, eyes that are the most purest of any blue, the most innocent complection. And i do not know her.
Though i long to talk to her, i have no voice for i am not worthy to speak to such a woman. Yet in her eyes she holds the most compassion and she is most humble. And she does not speak.
In my dream, which i so often have, she is there. Sometimes without my knowing. And once again, I am scared.
My world turns gray and it gets so loud and cold. I become numb. But she is there. Without speaking, she takes me away to a place we are unseen and unheard for we do not speak. She knows me....and i know her not.
In this place we sit with our toes in the sand and we hear the calming songs of the water, and the birds and the wind sing sweet tenor,the most beautiful of any song that man can't hold a candle to. It is the most beautiful sound in this whole world. I share it with her. And we do not speak.
For such peace as this should not be broken with the impurity of my voice. So we sit. And i feel safe.
She wraps her arm around me and i feel i disappear. But i am still seen for she smiles at me. And in words so quiet that i may not have heard had she not been gazing into my eyes, she whispered, "I am your Guardian Angel." And she smiles.
I drift off into her deep blue eyes of peace and i smile for i know i am safe and i know she is mine. And i do not speak for fear of loosing such meekness.
The darkness then comes fading in, and i hear these words and i'm not afraid, "I am your Guardian Angel, fear not for i protect you. I am yours and you are mine." And i smile, but i do not speak for when i awaken this heavenly dream, a feather lay on my pillow.

by:me
for those that took the time to read this, this was written because along with being a poet, i too am an artist and lately i have been drawing angels right and left. My most recent and my most greatest creation is the angel which i call my "Guardian Angel" So i wrote this about her because if she were a real angel, this is what i would feel with her.....thanks for reading. Please comment and vote, i will return the favor
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~*~Amber~*~