Gone In Colors Of An Angel


I once danced with an angel
or at least I believe I did
his touch was white,
his voice was velvet,
his eyes where soft
and his soul was pure.

It could have just been,
well maybe the trick of light
but how could light trick a heart?
I felt the blue of his laugh
and the sound of his skin

he didn't have wings and yet
the colors he conjured,
lifted me into a blissful purgatory
how could the yellows of his sways,
not be one of an angel?

I can never truly tell if he was
because like all true beauty
he faded into pale colors
he was my whites and velvets
he was my yellows and blues
he was my colors
but he is my angel
gone in a flash.

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