A saw a man at 3am,
Walked like water.
Talked to me in dead silence.
No sound from an angel in disguise.
He came as a man from an abandoned church.
Looked at me with graceful troubled eyes.
I saw a man in disguise.
I saw the water he walked on.
Tinted blue, or maybe that was my eyes.
Maybe I just saw my reflection in his eyes.
Was he real. I can't justify.
My heart tells me I've been blessed from behind.  
He was a priest. We shared a stog. It was magically depressing and I know you know why.
This is no time for a curious soul to be searching for truth in a city that is a mine.
I find gold in the snoring bush where another angel lies.
A saw an angel in disguise.