The Angel
by Logan Anthony
A friend recently told me
That he believes in good angels,
And bad ones.
Do you think I could ask him
To send one for me?
I feel as though I’ve been
Waiting for an angel.
Just waiting for one to
Sit down next to me,
To share the moss of this tree,
To put their arm around me,
And simply just be.
To help me pass the time,
As we gaze at the sky
And mesh with the colors
Of the world,
Just dreaming.
It doesn’t have to be a team,
Just someone to see with me,
And tell me that they feel
The warm breeze on their face
Too.
An angel to sit,
And not say a word.
To exist with the leaves,
Neither seen nor heard.
An angel to peace,
An angel to be,
An angel for company,
On the branch of a tree.
And maybe as the clouds
Roll out of the sky
And the blue comes out
From the purple and white
The angel will silently hold me tight,
And make an angel of me.
