My angel came with fluttering white wings,
Crashing in my heart and catching my breath.
Filling my lungs with love, pulling life strings,
She infused into my veins like ****.
Now empty dust plains suffocate and choke,
Ripping my feathered angel from my hands,
Forcing sobriety, leaving just smoke,
Her long-lost essence floating in the lands.
Oxygen in my lungs; overwhelming,
Blood clean, free of the drug I can’t defy,  
My neck, stuck in a tight rope, is swelling,
Following echoes of her lullaby.
We sail the winds of dust in Sahara,
Content with the existence of our aura.