The Way Of Angels
Richard Q’zeromen
Written for Audrey Gillingham

Framed by the indigo sky the moon is complacent,
and held by the forces of the night.
There is a sensuality a midst,
as a woman in a gown surfaces in the air.

She gazes upon me.
She transports her messages into my Soul,
suggesting her fraternal love.

Her wings abound,
I nest in her wings as she speaks.

Her eyes are fluid and quivering in their glassiness,
as if God was in them.
She knows that I am shaking, because
I think she is the most beautiful Angel I have ever seen.
I am afraid to speak.

She knows this. ..

She has read my thoughts before I could ever say them,
and to me she is a revelation of myself,
as I seek to be known.

Into her hand I place my fears,
and a tear falls from those magnificent eyes.

Upon my cheek they stream,
as if they were shed from my own eyes.
I raise her head,
and she takes a delight in me.

She knows me…

She comprehends, that of all the world’s desires,
there is nothing greater,
than the creation of a sphere that embodies love.

‘Here me’ she says: ‘there is no gift greater’... morphing my heart.

Impacted, by her resolving me into a Sphere,
I watch myself, being sacrificed to her Holy Love.

She says,’ Fear no evil. . for I am here to love you…’

Serving the Will of God? Why? I said.

‘My heart has felt nothing but destruction…’ I proclaimed.

She lifted my hands and brought them to her lips.

She sequestered the waters of turmoil in my life.

She filtered away the tragic consequences of my life.

She emphatically secured my fears.

‘How does beauty speak to man without a face?’ I said. …

‘Love me…’ and in doing so you shall be saved from your misery, she said.

“I cannot love a shadow’, I replied.

She then places my hand upon her bosom.. ‘Do you now feel my love?’

I looked at her, nervously.

‘Would you have this indigo night to yourself?’ she whispered.

‘Or would you choose to not be loved?.

Untwisting her fingers,

I released her grip from my body.

‘Before you leave me… take this…’ she says, handing me a roll of paper.

In receiving the roll, I was confused.

‘I have rolled the Indigo sky, so that in case you are alone,

I will come to you again… ‘

‘Is this the way of Angels… ‘ I said.

She whispered ‘yes’.