Book of Poetry

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

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.