I spent one New Year's early morning watching the moon rise across a bright, star-filled sky. The ocean waves reflected a color I had never seen before. Our lives were filled with such anxiety, yet the

I would never want to hide myself      beneath the bushel of my past   like some wind that has lost its gale like a sail that has lost it's breeze. I shall find myself

 A poem about a guardian angel who falls from grace... and out of love.  I hope that you enjoyed this poem! Feel free to repost on social media outside of Steemit.com. Many more poems will be