Angel of The Ruby Mountains:

Sage brush blows, savagely

in the wind of Northwest.

Angel of the Ruby mountain’s,

forever angelic face of seventeen.

Clocked into work,

UNEXPECTEDLY

clocked out ,

of life’s race

Trigger, point blank!

All the happy meals in the world,

could not smile—

The day a free spirit,

left the earth

to pirouette on clouds.

The older sister,

looks down on her sibling-

In the rays,

coming through the window.

To the snowflake, caught on her tongue.

“Sissy don’t cry,” She whispers in her dreams.

By stroking her hair comfortingly.

Flexing her beautiful wings;

listening to her play by play of her day.

Angel of the Ruby mountain’s,

forever angelic face of seventeen.

She dance around their moonlit room.

Sage,

continuously burning flames

smoke dispel’s all the negative energy.

Soothe, improve, sleep well.

In your heart, I will stay

In your mind, I will stay

On your tongue, I will live.