MEMORIES OF MY EARTHLY ANGEL

She comes bearing the morning glory
Her presence birthing peace and light
I am the gift of her love and pain
That temple where I first dwelt
Her smiles like the sun of immortality
Flooding my soul with brightness and delight
Her presence a meta-physical reality
That temple where I first dwelt
Her voice far surpass sounds
For it bears the honey of my early wisdom
Her voice brings faith and love
Voice that carved my morality
From her flows the fountain of nurture
Which bath me with milks of life
I cling to the days of our bond
Days we were one and never two
To gaze at her was to behold me
Times we spoke with our hearts not words.