you
are the power
that enters
my viens
as i sit
on the chair
waiting
for the movement
on my life
as i wait and ponder
and sleep so sound
to waste the time away
where i feel
i dont have much freedom
for it feels my life
is full
of the wintery storm
for it seem to be much
of heartach
as watching the colors
change for a brighter day
makes it feel the warmth
you had been seeking
the beauty of the roses
seem to bright ones day
full of the pumping heart
and the love of your guardian
angel watching over you

An angel stood between them,
Forgiveness was her name;

A promise made so long ago,
Yet now was not the same.

The gift of love and friendship,
Lay waiting in her heart;

A hand of love extended,
Like from the very start.


The angel with her crystal wings,
Outspread as if to soar;

The gift of promise from his heart,
Lay shattered on the floor.

For when the promise broke there,
A heart broke there as well;

From the pedestal she stood on,
The angel slowly fell.


She broke into a thousand lights,
That glimmered as the sun;

The promise of forgiving love,
In each and every one.

They shined there like a beacon,
For only him to see;

A promise rang there from her heart,
Despite its agony.


From each and every piece of glass,
Love and forgiveness poured;

Compassion reached out from her heart,
As she lay there on the floor.

An angel stood between them,
Forgiveness was her name;

And yet with broken promises,
Her love remained the same.


[Allison Chambers Coxsey]

adding to your poem



the wings
of the soul
of the crystal wings
sing there songs
beneath the sea
shiny there beauty
of love all around
as looking through
the crystalball
or a looking glass
to see the heart
of many so far
and so sound
as a promise
from all above
brings the heart
of the matter
and the land of the
free