Angels Eyes Against The Night Sky

Night comes darkness fills the landscape,
nothing but blackness in front of my eyes,
shadows of pine trees gazing my way
as I look up in the sky.

The stars coming along,
twinkling shining so bright,
voices crying in the silence of night.

Searching down the long paths ahead,
wondering around aimlessly trying to find my way home.

Angels eyes following every foot print on the soil,
A blue globe held in the hand lighting the way,
fire flies hovering in and out of branches sweeping down,
reaching out into the atmosphere.

Quietness filling the air as heat lighting strikes,
clouds billowing surrounding the strobes of light
flashing painting a portrait of fire in the sky.

Blinking before your eyes,
no sounds of thunder heard,
as sound waves miles away touch down on the earth.

Angels eyes coloring the sky with orange,
smoke flowing through the eye of the storm
awakening the spirits that pry in the night.

Blasting electricity orchestrating the rhythm of it's private dance against the canvas of the night,
Angels wings swooping through the light waves,
mirroring the elegant beauty of the soul,
spreading the soft feathered wings across the summers eve ,
connecting with the illusions of angels battling ferociously against the night sky.

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