Muses are real
Like angels defending
Whose promises feel
Fulfilled and unending.
Impossible deeds
Make way for a blessing.
Obedience leads
Through trials caressing.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Lillian is hosting.

Muses are real
Like angels defending
Whose promises feel
Fulfilled and unending.
Impossible deeds
Make way for a blessing.
Obedience leads
Through trials caressing.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Lillian is hosting.
Grayish blues and dark of night are how the Earth treats winter right while angel wings made in fresh snow warm winter’s toes to bring delight.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
If I should see an angel on a dish
About the size of any mid-sized fish,
I hope I’d be inclined to hesitate
Before I eat what’s on that dinner plate.
But knowing me I might not even see
How wondrous to some connoisseur she’d be.
I’d lift my fork until I met her eyes
And recognize my Lover’s new disguise.
Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #One.