Play me the waltz of the angel…
Play me the waltz of the angels…
I wrote some names down to paper,
each name were kind mentors to me.
In quiet prayers,
I pray to sit with them again,
talk till we can’t no-more.
I know in heaven,
kind people are waiting for their soldier boy.
Today, old age had found me,
feet tire, back hurt and
the grandchildren in the yard playing.
I go outside and we dance in the Fall leaves.
I look to the blue sky,
I pray to the warm sun,
I hope, I am making you proud.
I miss you and one day soon,
at the great dance in paradise.
I will waltz with the angels again.
Dancing Coyote
You are making them proud.
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Thank you dear Ana.
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A beautiful tribute to the angels in you life! Love the music as well.
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Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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So beautiful 🌻
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Thank you for reading. We lost the singer Joey to cancer. I appreciate the comment.
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Wonderful poem. Speaks to me like you are a muse for beauty.
How many artists attempt to find that “answer for beauty”, in their unending vision for each fragment to it? Their expression for what they see… their unleashing in the storm of what haunts them… their desire to touch the paint, though know they shouldn’t smear/distort the work.
A muse of beauty. But, you have found the one, apart from all other things so beautiful. Whoever is that angel, she will remain in your memories, only to be again relived away from the cruelty upon Earth.
Is that not what any person truly wants? To escape complication into simplicity?
Paradise is a simple conclusion to all suffering. It is where we go, either at home, or when we reach the end of the road, and we can lay down upon something soft.
Your poem entices me into all sorts of thoughts. 🙂
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Thank you dear poet. I appreciate the kind words.
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