a golden angel wrapped in a halo a golden angel who flies
he is saintly and all that seek him feel his peace he is goodness and hope that breaks us from darkness
this angel turns the clouds into cotton candy pinks and orange sherbet the billowing clouds morph and change into birds, a dragon then break apart
the angel flutters higher into the noon day sky of bluejay blues he sounds a golden trumpet beckoning us out under his rays
he shines for fourteen hours each day later each night earlier he glows over mountains and his image is reflected in rivers and lakes
the flowers turn their faces up to him in deep respect the birds sing songs just for him in the morning mist and dew
his arms reach down into the country, the city and the tranquil meadow a crepuscular ray forms the large eye of god with prismatic arms reaching out
clouds break open forming jacob's ladders that hopes climb up to heaven rainbows form through him the color of the world in long misty arch
the angel of gold shines on leaving his throne now for his sister moon now the angel of silver takes her place among the stellar sky
she speaks in moonbeams and moves the tides and pulls at our earth and heartstrings she is romance, she is mystery for her form always changes.
she is full moon, crescent moon, harvest moon, blue moon even supermoon she his irridescent, she is our natural satellite, she wears a corona tiara
she pulls you out of darkness, she guides your way, even the wolves cry to her in the night she beckons all to seek her face for she glows like a pearl brighter than the diamond stars.
