The Reality Poet
The Whispering Wings
By: Samantha Fitzgerel
In the silence of the night
in the stillness of the calm
when no hope is in sight
their presence...a soothing balm
when my world has gone wrong
and I no longer can sing
that's when I feel the slight breeze
of their whispering wings.
When hope disappears
when fear takes control
as the end of life nears
as a body gives up its' soul
When the lovers heart breaks
as her spirit takes leave
that's when he'll hear the sweet sound
of their whispering wings.
Their calm will surround you
in a silent cocoon.
Their song will deliver
death to your doom.
They're led by the guiding hand
of the King of all Kings....
they're in touch with the master,
angels are...The Whispering Wings.
copyright 2006 The Reality Poet
therealitypoet@gmail.com
In the silence of the night
in the stillness of the calm
when no hope is in sight
their presence...a soothing balm
when my world has gone wrong
and I no longer can sing
that's when I feel the slight breeze
of their whispering wings.
When hope disappears
when fear takes control
as the end of life nears
as a body gives up its' soul
When the lovers heart breaks
as her spirit takes leave
that's when he'll hear the sweet sound
of their whispering wings.
Their calm will surround you
in a silent cocoon.
Their song will deliver
death to your doom.
They're led by the guiding hand
of the King of all Kings....
they're in touch with the master,
angels are...The Whispering Wings.
copyright 2006 The Reality Poet
therealitypoet@gmail.com
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