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Seaside Angel

Seaside Angel

Seaside Angel

On a sunny, warm day,
Under a blue sky, with,
White puffy clouds on the horizon, 
On a seaside beach,

Sitting alone, thinking of what life will bring.

I glimpsed an Angel,
Dressed in white. 

Her wings spread wide, like she just arrived.

So mystifying she is,
Walking through the ocean mist.

She appears in front of me,
She lifts me up, 
How can I feel trust for someone I do not know?
She says, “Hello my friend.  Do you remember me from long ago? Please walk with me.”

"Tell me how has your life been?"
"Tell me of your happy times,"
"Tell me your sad times,"
"Tell me of your lonely times,"

We walked and talked for hours.
Then she said, “Don't ever feel lonely. I will always be here to lift you up. Just remember me.” 

I turn to give her a hug and say thank you.
Where did you go?
She has vanished into thin air,
Have I been talking to myself? 

A strong ocean breeze pushes my head down,
Then, I see two sets of footsteps in the sand.

Yes, I remember you from so long ago my Angel...

(c) 2014 Ronald J Chapman

 

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