Angel Wings and Cloudless Days

Peaceful rest comes not too soon
for pure reasons I can't explain.
Thoughts of heavenous angels falling to the ground
Make something beautiful seem plain.
One angelic spirit falls on to me,
but I realize it one hundredth of a second late.
The one captured glimpse of her eye.
The one hundredth of a second I failed to realize,
makes everything seem ugly.
I blink my eyes as I feel something enter.
As I open them I begin to comprehend what it was.
Looking around at all the new sites,
I found it was her eternal lustful sexuality,
resting in a non-sensual loving eyesight of the world
I realized I gained her wings.
Copyright ©2005 Jason R Suptic