A Letter From My Angel (Part I)

My intuition flew up to the sunrise today and saw my third eye looking on. It saw the bright oarnge poppies. It saw the setting sun. My intuition rode on the back of a dark horse. It saw death pass by but was scared with stage fright. It saw me meet a thousand people in a gestational period. Sight of a rebellious man, a beggar, and a steeple. It looked inside but saw no people- yet all, but one. It saw my victory over birth, it saw my Mondays escape the moon, it saw my childhood play, my rebellious teenage days, now, and ripe old age oozing into Heaven's sky on a crimson ladder- up to God where- I sat and read to God- my letter- from my sweet, blue cherabim--