Darkness at the forest’s edge,
Rustling leaves, a plunging ledge.
Angels softly called your name,
Heavy fog, yet out you came.
Strides so smooth, a virtual glide,
Strong and sure, you reach my side.
I take your hand, see your face,
Blue eyes of love, lust and grace.
My heart serene, peace has come,
Time put in, you are my one.
I’ve been beaten, bruised and hurt,
Brush me off, remove the dirt.
Mountainside or valley yon,
Tangled souls, nightfall till dawn.
We’re now one, as was before,
Twin souls again for evermore.
© Angela M Bertoli
Excerpt from the book “Moonlit Thoughts”
Now Available at Amazon.com
About the Author
Angela Bertoli is the mother of two and grandmother of two. She resides in Phoenix, Arizona along with the rest of her family. In her spare time she likes to travel, write, play games and read. Her future is open to new possibilities and she is strong in spirit and faith.