I would like to write a novel
In purple ink upon your skin,
To compliment the symphony
That you composed on mine.
With every stroke I’d take,
Each character I’d write,
Would begin to form a work of art
Upon an angel so divine.
In chapter one I’d tell the story
Of the day that we first met,
How you floated down towards me
On shafts of golden light.
I’d say when first I saw you
That you stole my breath away,
Of how we talked and laughed together
As day crept slowly into night.
In chapter two I’d have to say
How your heart heard every prayer
My heart had rendered heavenward,
From this cold foreboding earth.
Of how my dark winged angel
Made her way down to my side
And tended to my wounded soul,
And gently ushered in new birth.
Then in chapter three I’d tell the world
How you set light to my heart,
How with every day that passed,
You made me feel just like a king.
I’d tell of how you’d raise me up,
How each day you would inspire.
Such was your belief in me,
I could take on the world and win.
I’d write of how you gave me fresh eyes,
In the lines of chapter four.
How I focused on the beautiful
That I once had failed to see,
You taught me how to smell the roses –
Fragrant on the summer breeze.
I heard songbirds sweetly singing,
Such were the things you did for me.
The story’s only just beginning –
Your flesh has not received the pen.
The future is unscripted,
But angel, please don’t cry,
I know that you were heaven sent
The wildest heart I’ve ever known.
With a message everlasting –
Dark winged angel, please don’t fly.
© Daryl P. Hall
Excerpt from the book “Lifelines for the Soul”
About the Author
Daryl P. Hall was born in 1963 in the historic city of Worcester, United Kingdom. He always had a love for words, especially the written word; as a youngster he devoured books. He started writing poetry and lyrics in his mid-teens, as an expression of his sensitive soul.
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