An angel knocked on my door at dawn
He has been told to take me to the Gardens of Eden
To wake me up from that nectarine dream
To sway me in the converses of common beings’ regime
This angel had a lonely subtle smile
He held me up from surface to above the ground
His snuggling touch embraced me in the liberty of love
I was his peculiar lily of the Nile.
I was his armories in this son-father’s fight
- A beam of ray, a legionnaire in the wicked dusk
For all the sorrow spread across four lands
He gifted amity to me.
Away from terror and the neglect's sight
We find some dignity in separation from the husk.
TJS 2017