This poem, though purely imaginative, explores a connection that I, (and my others) foster with surrealism. When I wrote it, and then proceeded to read it, I couldn’t help but think of it as a children’s poem- with blatant and consistent rhymes, a fairy-like imaginative theme, and an overly simplistic outlook. Admittedly so, I believe in the power and beauty of simplicity. So, here it goes-
Heard footsteps outside my bedroom door,
But nobody was walking on the floor.
Maybe an angel had come to visit me,
And hadn’t found the door’s key.
Dear angel, wake me if you’re out there,
You and I, we could fly away somewhere.
Heard a noise outside my window,
Maybe the angel had something else to show.
Saw a spark flying when I looked outside,
And my eyes- they opened up wide.
I saw the silhouette near the tree,
And I swear I never felt so free.
There was an angel with glittery wings,
And was wearing so many shiny rings.
Suddenly the angel looked around at me and grinned,
I waved my hand at her through the wind.