Seraphim Heart

The grass is soft, soft as an angels pillow
The ground is cool, cool as an angels skin
The air is sweet, sweet as an angels breath

The sky is blue, blue as the angels eyes
The time we have is short, short as the angels life
The touch of fingers, is like the softness of an angels caress

The sound of the night, is like the sound of an angels sleeping breath
My heart is warm, wrapped up in the hands of an angel
My body is warm, wrapped up in the wings of an angel

My mind fogs slowly, hypnotized by the angels voice and smile
My heart clenches, wondering if the angel will ever connect with me
My eyes search, looking for the sweet glowing face of that angel

Angel feathers litter the floor, leading to the open window of light