A hidden city
Anchored spirits born of faithless treason
When during the night seized his reason.
Black paper roses with vibrant red petals
Glass pollen stamens filled with costly metals.
Nightmares haunting the depths of his soul
As droplets of sweat down his cheeks roll.
Holy Angels arrive engulfed within his dream
Wrapped in moonlight keeping his soul clean
Whisking him to a hidden city floating on high
Safe from the shadows and their evil eye’s.
Fragrance of Emmaus mixed with hyacinths
A new day dawns entering their providence.
Even as we slumber our hearts are protected
Tis never a moment when we are rejected.
Slumber within his hidden city up above
A place so pristine where all you find is love
Carole Cookie Arnold