An angel?
Is this my angel?
Such a beautiful face,
leaving imprints in my soul.
Her eyes piercing into my mind,
Seeing my true intentions.

This angel.
This must be my angel.
I try to reach,
But her wings kept her from being breached.
She beings to turn,
Truly revealing her majestic wings

Why?
Why must she leave?
Finally realizing she was drifting away.
My mind begins to race,
But she moved with such grace.
With her silky hair rippling behind her,
like the ocean.

Gone
Left me behind.
Was it all an illusion?
Can such a beautiful angel exist?
Those white majestic wings,
trimmed with gold.
Were the only images,
that didn't grow old

Those wings
Must find those wings.