Angel Of The Morning

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Angel Of The Morning

-Richard Doiron ©

Angel Of The Morning

In the breaking light at the end of night

When your slumber yet is deep

He is made to gaze at the awesome ways

Of an angel fast asleep

There's a certain peace that is now the lease

And it's written on his face

Where a woman lies there are angel sighs

And it's heaven now in place

It's the sacred spot that the Force allots

To a man the likes of he

Who is gazing now and who knows somehow

He is blessed eternally

He will stare as long as he hears that song

That the Chorus came to sing

And he'll turn to God Who'll be just as awed

At the looks of such a thing

In that lover's heart what a piece of art

Is that beauty on this bed

That it makes him weep all the while you sleep

And he bows his grateful head

It's a prayer then that is said again

Ere you rub your sunlit eyes

And you smile at him such a heart a-brim

That the dawn now also cries

-Richard Doiron ©

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documentation: Waffaa Badarneh