Sorry bluest angel

Angered artful angel,
glum with disappointment vex,
like a bride, cast aside
on her wedding day, a day once filled with golden dreamy promise blessed.

talented, tirelessly trying;
heaven's orchestra
rejects your expressive music,
and your pretty heart is cleaved,

with tears
like diamond droplets,
harbouring
your pain and exhertions grave.

despondent now,
feathers cascade
from your proud silvery wings,
like fitting faces once forgot,

of sympathetic friends,
who strive to boldly touch
you with their hearty love,
and deepest commiserations.

the sky threatens a stingy storm,
with it's neon blue clouds - a veil,
that compounds your pressured mood.
will brave kings thunder your name?

your heart now devoid
of the rhythyms
that flowed joyfully, with great beauty
in your once happy, vibrant soul.

part of your heart
is torn far apart, for all eternity, tis true,
with sorrow lingering darkly,
and tempting wishes, burning amber with disgust, inside your angry chambers.

this desolate, dreary day
a million dreams are shattered,
your yellow yew cello, limp
amid your cold despair;

a blue, low mood completes you,
you've strived your utmost, they elect but not to care.
their greater demands are ceaseless,
your cheer felt illusions are no more.

crack a brave smile, my dearest cherub,
and powder gently your sorry face;
perhaps pursue a new dream
to flicker proudly in it's place.


C copyright asserted by Tony yates, 2007.