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Angels of the hill

Angels of the hill, in the blue beyond of everything
watch me with wings furled and dropped
In the sky above, misty veils of godly light
shimmer and slither like a silent gasp
Snowflakes fall; Tiny prisms of light
scattering hues like none has ever seen,
or imagined. Meanwhile, in the stillness of the night
The voice of the meandering wind is drowned.

Angels watch me from the blue beyond of everything
sentinels standing in a drizzle of rainbow light
cobweb strands of blue criss-cross the sky
and clouds drift by in their kaleidoscope eyes.
I dip my brush in that palette,
and paint a staggering vision
none will ever see or imagine.

I paint the color of warmth
I paint the color of ice
I paint the colors of kindness and love
in colors thick and rich - I paint the beauty they make.
I run across wide open spaces and color my landscape
I color every feeling I've had until now
when the time is set to change,
and the universe about to roll away
to a different perception.

Yet angels stand on the hill, and watch me
From the blue beyond of everything.


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