Whimsical Angel Pictures Left Out After Dark, My Tiny Angel of Hope

One Fairy has gone on a journey, far past this ocean, she set out to see a mermaid baby. And all the fairies and whimsical angels, spoke out loud saying, "We will not sing until she returns again."
A whimsical angel commissions me
whimsical angel pictures left out after dark.
I am the ghost of the twilight she remembers
late
after the moon has slipped away.
Dear little One Fairy
tiny angel of hope.

In the evenings I lend a toast
to all the wise and innocent angels
fantasy fairies
left over
pixie fairies singing softly
outside the pathway
from where first I did discover dear little One Fairy.

Gentle voices of woe
I felt her soul
One Fairy of mine
pining and lowly.
Restless fairies weep
they seem to long for their tiny angel friend
dear One Fairy
has gone on a journey
far past this ocean
she set out to see a mermaid baby
and all the fairies
whimsical angels
spoke out loud saying
we will not sing until she returns again.

I continue to stand in the shadows
coveting their loyalty
craving my own.
I toast them all though
I duly understand.
One Fairy
such a fragile token of peace.
Rescuer is she
holding one single leaf
someday to return
and planting trees and flowers
to bring us promise.

People who sleep all night
those who menace?
Amaze me.

I stand here
holding my measure of hope.
Silent hope.
I count out their breaths
I focus on their calculations
their tunes that meet the lyrics they have chosen.
False starts consume us
It is not as if I had not noticed
I see those scrambling charges
I see those pitiful cries
I bow and let them consume me
feeling helpless at times.

I am standing in the foyer of the presence of One Fairy
where is she ?
my whimsical angel
I long to dance there.

Sometimes I imagine her still singing here.
I hear her gently ways
on the morning dew of every flower.
Her scent bringing me to the recognition
that I am as useful as I choose to be.
No matter the frills that seem empty to some.
I understand her nurturing every petal
of every rose
that chooses to whisper good morning.
I will yearn to be like her forever.

written 09 December 2007

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ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map faery tale adventures. I dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women.

I have illustrated for Hay House Inc.,"Women Who Do Too Much" CARDS taken from Anne Wilson Schaef's book. I also illustrated for Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications. My paintings are collected worldwide.

For Original art, I am represented by:

Monkdogz Urban Art, Inc., 547 West 27th Street, 5th floor, New York, NY 10001
http://www.monkdogz.com

Giclee canvas art work, greeting cards & posters are available for sale on my website: http://www.kathysart.com

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   By Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Published: 12/9/2007
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