Book of Poetry
The Last Poem
And Thus an Angel, appeared to me
She showed me my book of Poetry
Are these your words, written on this page,
these words here, did you sage
while wasting time, while passing the age ?
You write of such things
Women, Pain and Love
you write of Our Master, who resides above
You write of death, you write of life
You write of times when you faced much strife
she said, when I read your words I see
The full truth of what will be.
She opened the book
and she read this Poem:
If only my eyes could see...
you sitting right here next to me.
I would look for your fire
I know it is there..
Kiss your lips, touch your hair
Your beauty would hold me in it's grip
I know,You would not let me slip
My pain is not having you here with me
If you were here this you would see.
Then she turned and Thus She said,
As her eyes turned a fiery Red
Cherish the last words that you write
for this will be your final poem
The Master has told me
to call you home.