Danielle N. Calhoun
GOLD TIPPED WINGS
Gold tipped wings
That shimmer in the night.
Soft light halo shinning
In the moonlight.
The Guardian Angel takes her flight.
To a place where she only goes,
Where someone needs her,
When they feel alone.
Flowing gown that glides in the wind,
She touches down and walks to them.
To their side she does go,
To help them sleep,
When the cold wind blows.
A homeless man wakes up in an alley,
Finding that there’s something she left.
A gold tipped feather,
A sign that he’s protected.
©Copyright April 9, 2003 by Danielle N. Calhoun