IRIS
It was a hushed presence that
eased into my awareness…
A gentle wisp
that did not beg for recognition
that did not beg for recognition
An aura so pure
Indigo smiles that permeate
every cloister of the room
every cloister of the room
Lips that glittered and beguiled
she seemed genuinely surprized
when her eyes met mine
...as if she was not used to being
apprized
I was quite astounded
(and strangely soothed)
by melodious tones
by melodious tones
as she spoke
...hypnotized
by her audacity
(and lips)
to ask me unanswerable questions
The truth...
trapped beneath layers of my soul
that had been guarded for way too
long
Sweet
sounds of
inviolate sanctitude
penetrate the deepest
fragments of my verity
to retrieve sleeping
vocations
sounds of
inviolate sanctitude
penetrate the deepest
fragments of my verity
to retrieve sleeping
vocations
Her lips moving
...Yet I was fixated only
on how they glimmered and glowed
with the scintillation
of iridescent iris
I asudden felt exposed
by those all seeing
by those all seeing
Athenian brown eyes
So much so…
I blushed when she saw me stumble
and fall
She held out her had
and helped me to soar
©Divinia Nightfire 29th
July 2019
It took
me days
To
understand the encounter...
I had
spoken with
An
earth Angel
OK...so I looked for the perfect angel song for over a week
I used to listen to the City of angels soundtrack at work 20 years ago,
and I remember this song well.
Only thing, I had no idea it was called IRIS...honestly!!
Blown away by the #syncronicityofangels
