The Angel

When the Angel enters your room
Language describes itself,
Like a river of silt growing clear.

When the Angel enters your room
Your sadness is lifted
And desperation delivered.

When the Angel is beside you
The light in your room
Is set ablaze by a rational fire.

When the Angel is near
Love is the body of love
That casts the shadow of love.

When the Angel is at your window
The light embraces you
With the space it creates.

When the Angel is at the door
You’re confirmed to a place
Rendered divine in its place.

When the Angel touches you
Your senses know the suns
They mirror in the warmth of the sun.

When the Angel comes by night
You see how the stars
Bestow the gift of each other’s gift.

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