Along came an Angel

Along Came an Angel

An Angel stood before me, and didn’t speak a word,

As beautiful as she was, I sensed her equally disturbed,

Reaching out, palm open, I only sought a touch,

But before our fingers paused,

She disappeared, seemingly into dust,

An Angel stood before me,

Perfection to a word, silent and statuesque,

Her face was ever changing, morphing to and from, all the girls I’ve ever loved,

 As if these wings would span, I tried my best,

The harps song drained, a melody took its’ place,

An Angel stands before me, half bent, bloodied from the side,

Her arms they called to me, as tears cascaded from above,

I went to her gently then, shielding her eyes from tufts stained red,

She didn’t speak or cry, not a word was said,

Teardrops told the story all the same,

Her lips she put a finger to, her other to my face,

 As if comforting me was her only aim,

I held her close, the only thing I could do,

 Shame formed inside, as peace passed through,

Sweetly she spoke my name, smiling she offered an apology,

 As she slipped away, disappeared out of sight,

Yet a feather she left behind, of which I think of her from time to time