LETTER TO THE ANGEL
I have fallen for thee as a pebble cast into the Pacific
I am never coming out nor will I ever reach the depth
Doth thou recall our first meeting?
Nay, for it was nothing
My heart hath been for another, my betrothed
Tardily but assuredly, we became what we are today
Men supposed I was selected for an imperial sceptre
Lo, I was sorted for a celestial sword
Fain as a regal icon for a gentle warrior
Even with thy younger blood we ventured still
Now thou haveth me
I pray thee Lord
When my hair turns snow and my frame be frail
Let thy warrior still be mine
Our love eternal, ever long and ever young
Stone walls before me, flowers around me, beauty, but not you
There be vain before the wonders of thy love
I am the Queen, true
I am meant for the palace
But not castles made with hands
Castles crafted by the voice of the Lord
Yea, that which you got permit to hover
So take me with thee, I pray thee
Let me hang onto thy salient shoulders
and you to my unchiselled waist, withal perfect for thy hands
Let the Lord take hold of our wings as we fly
Then we will prevail against the coming tempests
So my love, be thou mine, let me be thine and God be ours
I left the windows open
Love, the Queen.
This piece is written by Esther Salami
