Angele Dei,
qui custos es mei,
me, tibi commissum pietate superna,
illumina, custodi,
rege et guberna.
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I.
the sun is an eyelid, closed,
bashful—
with eyebrows of clouds
and lashes of light,
a veil of topaz luminescence,
heaven’s shy, burning chandelier.
on the tendrils of fire,
a host of angels watch their
earth-tethered humans.
but you linger in the distance,
sovereign and silver.
II.
whispering of your lace goddess
to the northern lights,
your eyes are dark with gravity—
two chalices
filled with the liquid onyx of space,
dancing with the valiance
of pale stars.
III.
guardian angel,
hold tight our silver string.
i will whisper to you of the turning of the seasons,
touch snow so that you may feel cold,
let my eyes melt so that you may see.
sing to me of the glorious eternal night
and guide my misguided feet
that i may find you at the stars.
amen.
IV.
amber crowned with
lashes of gold,
your eyes shiver
at the glory and the depression,
the light wrapped within the clouds.
your armor is only a shimmer now;
your voice,
an echo through heaven’s haze,
is carved into my marrow.
Author notes
For my guardian angel.
Image credit: micoi
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"your armor is only a shiver"
I just love this! That first stanza is so arresting - I was pulled in and not let go... very mystical - an address to the sun goddess.
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thanks
and actually, it's an address to a guardian angel
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guardians show us the light where we fear the darkness... who show us wisdom when its needed... give us companionship when we are alone....somehow are there with us when we need them the most!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill
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