Angel in the Night

In my Most Naked Spirit
Ive thrown away my phone,
stuck with thinking every call will turn up
your name.

And it churns,
sifting the pages, each wish
catches tail wind and forgets to take
the glass slipper with it.

Because I once looked in a crowded room,
covered from ceiling dust to panel creaks,
but only one light stood shining.
One square couldn't...and wouldn't leave my eye.

She was the only star that came out that night.
The rest hid in their clouds,
shamed by her innocence.

And right then I only wanted Antigone to lower me a camera
so that I might have something to rest with
giving me truth until grey hairs pluck my sanity.

And I wish I were more artistic.
Then, perhaps, I would have something worth offering her, this single twilight.

Perhaps I will struggle at a painting.
For I would spend a lifetime getting this portrait right,
just so I could hold her for a little longer...

...my Angel in the Night.

Perfect in her story...

...my Angel in the Night.


My Angel in the Night.