by ANNIE LANGTON
 

 ANGEL 

It fell from the sky like a gentle April shower,

Created to grow a totally new beauty,

Unlike anything the cold winter might have seen,

The golden dust fell in glorious piles,

Surrounding their dull lives,

Bringing a new gift of hope and glory,

Specks of the rare dust,

Catching the bright sunlight as they came,

Twinkling like

Falling stars,

This rain grew a beauty of its own,

The blinding splendour,

The purest grace,

A blessing,

As the angel landed,

Her fair skin twinkling,

With the tiniest fragments of a miracle,

Her flaxen curls,

Golden as the dust that crafted her,

A precious ring hung above her head,

Shone intensely,

Full of her great innocence,

An extraordinary gift,

Her deep blue eyes,

Magnificent and mesmerising,

Told a secret of her becoming,

Her peach lips,

Smiling warmly, speaking softly,

A voice like sugar,

Reassuring the world of her

Glittering presence,

Her petite form wore a

Soft white dress,

That too twinkled with thousands of minute

Diamonds,

So precious,

Each crafted with the gifted hands of magic,

Behind her, magnificent wings,

Graceful yet huge,

Each feather with a silver lining;

Wings of a wise angel

Her miraculously beautiful face looked around

Taking in the world,

She shut her eyes,

A single sad tear leaked down her cheek,

And she was gone, just as she came

As if by accident,

Her loveliness could not belong,

We could only ever see she graced us with her presence,

With the memories of her brilliance,

As she dissolved into golden showers and

The heavens opened up to take her home.