Date made this poem: 5/12/26 The Angel that heard There is a place I can visit, That is not on the face of the earth. A place, only I can visit. Peace and cool winds blow, on the tall blades of grass that grow. Mountains surround the area, capped with white snow. But to the east is the sea. The place I sit, Next to a willow tree, With a cliff staring into the waters below. My hair is rustled, brown, curly and long, My eyes blue like the ocean, and the wind that carries my song. I sing in hopes to find him, The boy that can give me pure joy. The starry night of light and purple, Touchs the sea with a gentle hand. Pink clouds float across the sky, Like cotton candy that can fly. The moon is to be found, As a giant ball of light in the sky. This perfect night, He comes, the one I've been waiting for. He walks from the sky to me, He's as perfect as the night, His hair as imperfect as can be, His eyes that dances with laughter, His skin as clean as light, His grin that make one want to smile. He sits down next to me, where I sit, His clothes not one from earth, We lean against the willow tree, we sing my song loud and clear, oh, my angel was heard. The air between us seems to pull us together, until we are inches apart. We finish my song, and he reaches for my hand. I grab his and stand. We walk to the cliff, then take a leap, and to the Earth below. There we stay, My wish finally came true. Oh, my angel who had heard, My song, for Him.
My mom, Dad and my teachers. DO NOT STEAL THIS. >:( HIM, HE THEE ANGEL. (Don't ask) By the way the speaker of the poem is a girl. Also, I didn't draw night because I was too lazy too and it looks good with it being day and I didn't draw the willow tree because it would look weird and this took enough time. So you can say he's the light that chases away the night >:) And drawing pink clouds is just too much.
