her hair is golden like spun silk, cascading down her back;
a waterfall; an endless ocean of heavenly light igniting in the sunshine,
sparking around her head and intermingling with the summer air

her hands are stretched skyward as though trying to catch the sun
she twirls across the carpet, her bare feet pale in stark contrast to the dark floor
never once does she miss a step
her body, the image of grace and poise, confident in this moment against the baby blue walls

a brilliant melody reaches our ears and she pauses, then rushes toward the source of lyrical beauty
suddenly, she is flying past me,
down staircases,
across narrow halls,
through wooden doorways,
and into the arms of another.

her face, tragically beautiful, she smiles
and for me, there is nothing else in the world but the symphony that is her laugh
the sound envelopes me in a euphoric embrace and i want to cry

my mind tells me that my feelings are hopeless and her perfection puts her far out of my reach

and it is in that moment that I realize I have been touched by an angel.