For An Angel, I Found

There are not any wings on his shoulders

But when he stood near me I heard the soft, hot rustle of feathers

felt the sharp snap of wind when he moved his shoulders

I never stood under any light from his halo

But in the blue times, he could shed light on my darkest day

His footprints never left golden treads on the floor

Just mud and leaves like everyone else

His words changed never a raindrop, nor silenced the icy north wind

But his laughter made me a lover, and his voice called me a friend

His smile opened not a pearly gate

but it turned on a light behind my eyes that had been forgotten in the gloom

for an angel, i found needs not exaltation but peace

and a quiet heart to give him room.

*Thank you, Michael. For everything you have been, will be, and deserve to be.

You have my love and friendship always.*