What weeping my eyes have bled
I formed you from my tears
The music that created you
Those years ago
And I still see you
As clearly as ever
You came to me in a dream
And for the briefest moment
You were real
Your hair in curls
The colour of rich chocolate
Smelled of sunshine
It was frizzed in July heat
It was your birthday
My sweet summer child
Warm and alive with vibrancy
But this world wanted you too soon
Ripped you from warmth
Into this cold, unfeeling world
What tearful glory to see you
To hold you
Someone to love me
As I would love
But angels wept
To see your face
They selfishly wanted you
For themselves
In stifled sobbing
I relinquished you
They promised me a requiem
But still I couldn't help but cry
As I watched those chocolate curls
Vanish behind an angel's wing
Swept away behind alabaster pillars
To streets paved of gold
And the sweetest music to touch your ears
But even heaven couldn't keep you from me
As I knelt, in tears, I felt you
Although I couldn't see
I felt your tiny hand brush my hair
I felt a swelling in my heart
Of love and summer warmth
The requiem I was promised
And through mournful tears
I smiled
At the memory of you
That only angels could convey
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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