(This poem is from short story collection ODDS AND ENDINGS: FICTION SHORT AND OTHERWISE. For more information on me, my work, and my books, please visit http://www.joederouen.com. Thanks, I hope you like it!)
The poet was walking through the forest one night,
Lost in his thoughts, he clutched himself tight,
Trailing further down the path, away from the light,
He felt so empty that he cried.
A movement in the distance caught the poet's eye,
A falling star, breaking through from the sky,
He made a silent wish, truth from a lie,
As the forest grew ablaze with light.
Blinded by the glow, he fell to his knees,
Lost in the forest, amidst all the trees,
In a moment the light cleared, and again he could see,
In the clearing, there stood an angel.
"Oh angel," said the poet, confused and afraid,
"Did you come to me, by the wish that I made?"
And then he wondered what price he had paid,
To look into her eyes so bright.
"You wished for me, and I did appear.
Don't be so frightened, there's nothing to fear.
We can talk and I'll hold you, but don't get too near."
The angel looked unsure of her words.
The poet arose from the ground just then,
Went to her, held her, and called her a friend,
They laughed and they talked, and held each other again,
And then it was her time to go.
"Oh, my sweet poet, how I wish you would see,
I know what you sought, and I know it's not me,
I must fly to the heavens, soaring and free."
Her hand touched his face in farewell.
He knew she was right, the situation was wrong,
To ever be more than a secret sung song,
Ah, but for her, his heart did it long,
But he bade her farewell just the same.
The poet walked away through the forest that night,
Lost in his thoughts of holding her tight,
Trailing back down the path, away from the light,
He felt so empty that he cried.
And he wondered, would my wish work again?
