Sky Angel

Through this opaque, dark place
She smiles...
Breaking all the laws of science
at once.
There she flies...
Sweetly kissing the sky
With wings of too many colors,
Beautiful colors.
I want to keep her,
Oh God, just let me keep her.
In the mirror that reflects distortion,
She calls herself ugly...
But she is so beautiful,
How can she not see?
Yet she sees beauty in me...
I can't seem to believe
That my sky angel
Sees these things in me...
And yet in herself,
Her lovely self,
She sees nothing but pitiful nothing...
Just like me,
Seeing beauty in another
But never in herself.
Seeing only what she feels.
Loving another
But hating herself.
Can she be me?
No, we're different,
But I love her just the same.
Can I keep her?
My sweet sky angel
Can I keep your picture in my mind
and your hand in mine?
The mirror only distorts.
She is true beauty,
As none other ever could be...
Flying in storm,
Internal turmoil
Her downfall.
I love her...
Can I keep her?

* This is dedicated to a friend who just can't see in herself what I have always seen in her.*