As If the Heavens Opened For Only A Second Leaving Me Breathless and At Peace

I want you to know, my beautiful angel-

That your wings are so sweet and delicate.

I've seen many feathered surfaces and yours, my dear, are by far the fairest.

The boys, they taunt you because you aren't too normal

One day you shed your rough skin of scales

For that of gold and purity

And I commend you for this, my Seraphim

Because you have saved me when in thorn

Crawling through the darkest of sands and desperation

Lifting me up with soft pillowy hands

And placing me on the highest of mountains

Surrounded by the comfort of trees of security

And you sprinkled your modesty upon my body

Kissing my neck with transparent lips of dancing delight

You picked me up and dusted me off with a blissful blow

And although I cannot see your face, as you glow light a crack of lighting

I rather be blind and see those eyes

As I know that saving grace originates behind your lids

And love is the explosions between your fingertips.