Angel In Flight

By: Forgot10Freshnes

Touching the angels in the dark;
you said their faces felt so cold.
When your hands met, there was a spark
That filled your empty eyes with gold.

You wanted for it to be dreamed,
it seemed that you longed all your life
and when under the stars it gleamed,
you didn't take the knife.

Hold the invisible flower-treasure
your precious eyes of gold dwell in the eternal tower,
I wish to touch your face of cold.
Soon I will see a sparkling light
and then touch my angel in flight.

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