Blonde Angel

My love dear you
are of great life.
To pasture is vanity
and left out is strife.

All kind a hand here
is a card I am dealt
the end design mine
the climb it is felt.

But I course a violent
trajectory I am on
will collapse here in
the very early dawn.

The pretty pictures
we shared let’s play
a game let’s improve
every word I try say.

Giver now a pacified
Saint of Love capture
above the chains is
where air is rapture.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Mark Ryan says:

    Seems to pluck at something otherworldly yet personal at the same time, a nice mix and lovely in execution. I especially liked ‘a violent trajectory I am on’.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you Mark. I appreciate you.


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