Most days, a certain angel follows me closely
And from its phenomenal viewpoint in the sky.
somehow, I feel its presence around me hover,
Into my world, the inconspicuous friend wander,
and sometimes, I ignore the serenity looming
Believing, there is more of its beauty revealing.
Reality true form may one day become the norm,
Waking or sleeping, there's no harm in the angel's arm.
Destiny holds more questions in my soul,
Mute utterance reserve only for this world.
I am watched from the unseen eyes above
Through the clouds from the omniscient love.
With my angel, there is more of the future to see,
Spirit eyes meet more than what earth could be.
The veiled state disguised in metaphysics space,
I look up to the sky for direction and guidance.
With eyes of wisdom, prayer expose the ascension,
A secret message I know in my heart went to heaven.
Reaching beyond physics where matter clashes,
Where dreams and vision go by different rules,
A single seed of faith can take you away immediately,
From this realm to a place of infinite beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted poem, sir Gerry.........10++++++++++