| I heard an angel sing last night. | | | | The moon would not forgive me. |
| She used to dwell inside my soul. | | | | I had all the stories in my pocket |
| She mustered up her strength to tell me, | | | | and tiny grains of sand. |
| "Pages turn and enemies can fold."Flags fly at half | | | | I told her I'd been humbled |
| mast, | | | | and I did not understand. |
| dreams crumble. | | | | She set aside her book of colors, |
| spirits cease to be. | | | | kneeling by it's side. |
| Creativity sighs a lonely call. | | | | "There are cheaters in the closet", she said |
| Gentle lambs do not lie here anymore.Her calm | | | | "and vacuums down the hall. |
| swept across my face. | | | | There are prices for the wise."If I lack the salt of |
| Her whisper had been lost. | | | | luck |
| I longed for when I really heard her. | | | | to throw across my shoulder. |
| I measured all and could not see, | | | | If I wander through all the treasures, |
| not you, not me.Accidents will happen. | | | | this life, |
| I cleared my empty glass. | | | | the ache, |
| I bought a tiny ribbon | | | | the opportunity..... |
| and tied it to my moods. | | | | If I leave these words, |
| I cradled a stone of mercy | | | | commit their little spirits, |
| and carried it for penitence.Apologies once freed, | | | | if I can, can you?Hold me close dear angel, |
| lend hope to a careless loss of precision. | | | | muster up a little tune, |
| I found those leaves were hidden. | | | | and rock me like a serpent |
| It felt so unkind, | | | | that rises to the moon.About MeName:Kathy |
| so cold.I had nothing there to warm me, | | | | Ostman-MagnusenLocation:Hawaii, United StatesAloha! |
| no berries in my basket, | | | | I am a figurative artist and Illustrator. If you check |
| only feathers carved in stone. | | | | out my website you |
| There were blades of grass, | | | | will see that I am very prolific in oils. My paintings are |
| that reached the sky. | | | | collected worldwide. I |
| There were bodies on the highway. | | | | also do sculpture; images available upon request. I |
| I held myself as she turned the page, | | | | have illustrated for Hay |
| and said, | | | | House Inc. , Neil Davidson, who was considered for |
| "You are not alone."When someone comes along the | | | | the Pulitzer Prize in feature |
| path, | | | | writing, and several other publications. I also enjoy |
| maybe they will pick up the cradle, | | | | story writing and poetry. All |
| then with a softer vision, | | | | of the paintings,stories and poems are written by |
| find a lovelier candle.I sat across the table | | | | me. |
| from a heroine of light. | | | | |