Human Angel
In a ferry, gloom wore a drained cloth of eve
My heart desolate drifting far and bleak,
Tears fluid as love’s passage can’t rewrite
One lilt of birds through wind’s maddened thud.
And needing rest on a couch in dull shade,
Irreverent the moon … how brittle the sheen…
Till a peasant lounged beside me , bright as flame
Lightening my face… amber eyes aglow.
His ruffled hair touched my cheeks without words,
O humble silence releasing angst, my fear
That he offered soft tunes from his old wooden harp ;
Then left in haste with a smile like a cherub's glow.
Somehow, I felt warmth revived, thorn’s relief
Freed by a young street boy so divinely sent...
A heaven’s keeper , a human the least
An angel on earth, granting crown from grief.
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