| William Blake Jr. 2006-04-27, 1:26 am |
| Sing to me, my sweet angel,
My elegant angel of love,
Past all destruction and danger
You soar just like a dove -
Over the lapping ocean
And past the mountains green,
Tenderness, warmth, devotion
And softness - like a dream
Soothing, caressing, inviting,
Making soul live and bloom,
In all that's sweet delighting -
Dispelling all the gloom -
Spirit so warm, so tender,
Heart delicate and sweet
In all your paintings rendered
And in your life complete -
Sing to me, my delightful!
Let your delicious voice
Carry the truth, inspire all,
And let the life rejoice
In your delicious beauty,
Your kindness, softness, grace -
You, that the wrong refuted!
You, that despair erased!
Speak to me, my sweet angel!
Speak all you know and see,
Let me be your avenger
Let me set your heart free
Be inspiration, darling!
Be my delight and joy!
Beauty and light imparting -
Shackles of mind destroy!
Carry the truth, and kindness,
And all that's good and true -
With light of soul, end blindness!
With love, dark souls imbue!
Be what love is, angelic,
Tender, impassioned, warm -
Powerful, psychedelic,
Like sunlight - like a storm -
Out of which come flowers
And bring the world to life:
All of the truth, empower!
Make world with passion rife!
You! That they claim unreal -
You are the truth sublime!
All that is good, congealed in
Personhood of you! Shine,
Bring light to those who need it
And others still, caress -
See what is tortured? Bleed it.
See what is tender? Bless:
Take the mind through derangement
And make it true - enough!
My angel! My darling angel!
My exquisite angel of love!
Ilya Shambat.
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