an encounter with an angel

wasted days pacing
chasing an unobtainable angel
thinking 'one day maybe
i'll be graced by the shade of her
halo once more'...
at four in the morning i saw
her before me and in all
honestly i still don't believe
that i wasn't dreaming
because it seemed like a vision

serene and peaceful
we drank australian wine
late into the night
before conversation turned
to a burning desire that i'd
long considered a fiction
which didn't have any place
amongst the pages i'd since
written... a fiction which
could be seen in the flash
of a smile across my features
as i remembered long forgotten
summer evenings that defined
the lives we find ourselves leading

i think we touched on some
deeper meaning, a feeling of
freedom which left me reeling
wondering whether angels are real,
or just seem so under the golden glow
of their own halos...

Not sure if this is a heavenly angel but sure sounds like a Victoria's Secret Angel.

I think you're going to have trouble writing about women or having relationships with them of any depth or substance so long as you think of them as "angels". Other than as messengers or agents of gods, I think what men often mean when they speak of a woman as an angel is that she provides them everything they want and ask for nothing in return; in other words, they're not complex, imperfect, interesting human beings.

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Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin

in other words, they're not complex, imperfect, interesting human beings.

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lol. is that so?

I rather like the romanticism of looking for an unobtainable angel, although I tend to read such poems as being repulsed by one's own imperfections before anything else.

but I'm a b itch so I may have a biased view!

keep writing from the heart.

Haunted... Trust me, that description suits her down to the ground (;

Prince... Thought provoking comments, as ever. However, in this particular instance (the one that inspired the poem) I found that it was a case of her giving me exactly what i needed and nothing more. She is a close friend of mine and I love her to bits in that context, however after a long break up the affection exchanged was a wonderful remedy. I wrote a short piece of prose and referred to her as my guardian angel; I was more conscious of that meaning than any other while writing. Though, as I said, your comments are incredibly thought provoking...

Cheers Delta (: matters of the heart seem heavy on my mind, so thank you... means a lot!