Sandra - A Calm and Cold Angel of Inspiration

Inspiration, by Paul Laurence Dunbar 1800's

At the golden gate of song
Stood I, knocking all day long,
But the Angel, calm and cold,
Still refused and bade me, "Hold."
Then a breath of soft perfume,
Then a light within the gloom;
Thou, Love, camest to my side,
And the gates flew open wide.

Long I dwelt in this domain,
Knew no sorrow, grief, or pain'
Now you bid me forth and free,
Will you shut these gates on me?
 

 

 

But the Angel, calm and cold

 

Missed the point

Could not behold

What does cold look like to me?

How does calm look like on paper?

Is an angel more or less?

I can not draw what

I do not know of see

Or feel