Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Masked Angel I once knew a man, But he didn't know me. Our souls touched, connected, Then he set our love free. The load was quite heavy, The obstacles exceedingly tall, But I was willing to go the distance, To swim the miles, to climb the wall. I know my wings are crinkled, Quite shabby, to tell the truth, But they spread out so nicely, Even now, past the blush of youth. His horns are quite pointy, To hear him tell the tale, "I'm not the man you think I am." Should I let him burn in his hell? He doesn't understand that I can see beyond the veil, I can see the soul within the cage, The masked angel in the cell. So though I say sayonara, Adios, and Ciao, too, As I turn to walk away I know This isn't our final Adieu. Dena L Moore October 14, 2002 Masked Angel is not currently included in any collection, but look for its release in the future. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 5, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
