Goodbye

Today, I touched an angel.

She flew to me,

through the broken window,

in my cold basement.

She asked me if she could kiss me,

and she showed me heaven.

Her wings spread wide,

Her radiance taking flight.

Her beauty like the sun, caught on ice.

Her soul restrained by nothing.

She was a goddess, pure.

I touched her, gently as I could.

And where my fingers caressed,

Her wings turned from white,

to the humble brown of the robin.

Her radiance became less like the sun,

until it glowed like embers.

Her beauty was hidden,

behind a mask of ecstasy,

still lovely, but not.

Her soul became real.

No longer free as steam,

or as mild as rain.

It became like marble,

Still perfect, but not accepting.

Unyielding.

Love had burst from me,

but it had changed an angel,

to a sparrow.

A goddess into a women.

As the angel took wing,

through that broken window,

in a basement now warm.

I stood resolved,

that the next angel I would hold,

would be mine,

and not property of heaven.