An Angel Without Wings

Surrounded by the air of mystique 

Enclosed in the midst of stardust 

She is a sonnet

Maybe a line or two more

For she can shine brighter than the stars

Making a constellation of her own

 Her smile can pull you out of the darkest depths 

Her words can induce in you all the strength 

Her glare can turn any mirage into reality

Her touch can provide you with all the vitality 

 

She is light the one you wish to see screeching in invading the dark

She is a song the one you wish to hear when everything else sounds like a cacophony 

She is a glimpse the one you wish to get when all that your eyes can see is loneliness 

She is a beautiful canvas the one you wish to paint all your stories on 

 She can be called an angel with no wings 

She can be called a hope with no strings

But what describes her the best rather

Is just a single word that is "Mother"....