In memory of my great grandad
Angel of the night
I spoke to the night in whispers low,
Gazed into the moons beam that kissed my face slow,
Crystals in millions pierced my eyes glow,
A bitter sweet memory of him in the depth of my soul began to flow.
Shifted my gaze to the brightest diamond on the cloak,
As I rested my back against the great oak,
Then into my dazzling visions I woke,
As I pored out tales that I softly spoke.
Noticing the jewel linger,
As I felt the wind wrap around my finger,
I sighed deeply still hearing his deep voice ringer,
As he told me I'd never be a hinder.
That's such a beautiful and poignant piece you’ve written. The way you blend imagery of the night, the moon, and the oak tree creates such a peaceful yet bittersweet atmosphere. You’ve captured the feeling of longing and connection so well.
@CheeryMango thanks 😊, he was a poet too, your affirmative words make me happy.
