Saturday 28 January 2012

Delight that we have met

Within these walls
And halls, of valleys ride
Glimpses of our soles collide
Aligned, whose fair perplex
Complex, yet simple nature
Must have whispered in my angels ear
And delivered my salty steaming gleaming tear.

Where upon my angels lay
They planned, connived, contrived
Our meet, to entice my heart for you
To greet, and whilst you may not believe in fate
You are your master of your own gait.
My angels came to me last night
To tell me of their deep delight,
That we have met.