An angel came to me
today and alighted on my skin
soft as newborn
baby’s breath, a Spirit that was kin;
in her golden wings and stood upon my heart
in tenderness that caught me with a start;
gaze I did
upon the sight of precious Seraphim
did I, when offered her heart, but took it back again.
As sudden as
she appeared to me, she unfurled her golden wings
her soulful song, a tortured dirge she sings;
I stood and
watched as South she looked then flew away from me;
came to me today, and set my sad soul free.