by Jordan Green

An angel’s in our midst
In this warm and shining
Moment. Just close your eyes
‘Cause when you open them
I’ll still be there like an
Answered prayer, my angel.

With ev’ry deed your pow’r
Exceeds and I feel stars
Bow, swing low. Can’t you tell
Me why you aren’t in the
Sky and why you’re in my
Midst tonight, my angel.

An angel’s in my midst
Tonight. Knew when we met
That you’re everywhere like
An answered prayer, for your
Halo circles me. Your
Angelic smile is free.

Don’t be afraid to sing
His praise when friends are near
‘Cause I hear you in sleep.
You may not be a prince,
A king, but your arms, they
Lift heaven, my angel.

You’re my gift tonight, though
You’re not in sight, but your
Eyes echo in my heart.
And I’ll sing for you til
My eyes feel true to an
Angel’s presence lonely.

An angel’s in your midst
Tonight. Knew when we laughed
That you’d watch my back like
An answered prayer, for your
Wings lighten frowns and tears.
Just close your eyes with me.

But you live on an earth
Where sin is dark and clear
Like the sky without stars.
Angel, you’re shining through.

An angel’s with me each
Starry night. I knew when
We kissed that I’d truly
Miss your angelic touch.
But just close your eyes and
Hold faith tight, I’ll be with
You ever, my angel.

by Jordan Green

He looked into her dark brown eyes and said, “I love
You.” She couldn’t think of anything more tragic.
She fiddled with the grass in her small hands
And saw the mists of rain
Over the ocean’s horizon. They walked
In silence, down the curve of Hukilau Beach.

The waves lapped quietly on the beach.
She didn’t dare tell him that she loved
Him more than the sun. He slowed his walk
To gaze into her eyes. They looked tragic,
Blinded by the oncoming rain.
She stopped to place a flower in his hand.

He made a circle with his strong hands
Around her waist as they trudged down the beach.
Her make-up smeared with the tiny drops of rain.
“I’m leaving soon,” he said. “Do you love
Me?” She nodded, knowing their tragic
End neared, as did their walk.

She neared the shore, walking
Along the sea foam, hands
Outstretched, bearing blossoms. It was all but tragic.
She ran towards him, up the beach,
And gave him a plumeria. “This is my love,”
She said. Her tears flowed like rain.

They escaped to the ironwood forest, out of the rain.
He led her to a tree trunk, walking
Alongside his eternal love.
He caressed her every curve with his hands
And promised to return to the beach
On a night less tragic.

The couple clung to each other tragically,
Sheltered from the warm rain,
And whispered promises on that beach:
“I will return again,” he said. They walked
Together, hand in hand,
Convinced they were meant to love.

Hukilau Beach never felt so tragic
As the day love made the rain.
They’d walk again, holding hands.