The Angel – Logan Anthony

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.

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