The Angel of Poetry

When the day has grown gray She sneakily slinks in When the morning is still young From beyond she climbs down When the river yields to learn And the wind has cease its breath Where noise has being Captively held That man’s mind should freely flow She’ll sit down smiling to you. She seats behind the pondering mind And whispers words that with the soul rhyme She spreads her colorfully plain wings And blends the man’s mind to hers She knows where the lost mind goes And help them find there way home She never let go off the heart To unguardedly stray through life Such duty nature assigns her For she is the angel of poetry. When the day has grown gray She sneakily slinks in When the morning is still young From beyond she climbs down When the river yields to learn And the wind has cease its breath Where noise has being Captively held That man’s mind should freely flow She’ll sit down smiling to you. She seats behind the pondering mind And whispers words that with the soul rhyme She spreads her colorfully plain wings And blends the man’s mind to hers She knows where the lost mind goes And help them find there way home She never let go off the heart To unguardedly stray through life Such duty nature assigns her For she is the angel of poetry.