The Angel

'Tis silent nights she treasured deeply

The lump in her throat kept her truth locked in 

And in those nights she danced with thinking 

Thinking, was the only partner who understood


Grand ideas of war and peace

Grand desires to see the unseen

Those dreams seemed odd to most other creature

'Twas silent nights was the friend she chose


The Angel rubbed his shoulder gently 

To wake her fragile limbs from slumber

He whispered soft and begged her to speak

As she spoke, the sun exposed its rays


The angel took her hand and led her into dance

As they danced, no longer was she leading

As he spoke, no longer were they speaking

'Twas silent days were theirs to share in thinking 

Anastasiia RyzhkovaComment