Fallen Angel

At the summit of the windswept hill. She stood facing the fading sunlight. beautiful and serene. the wind blowing through her lovely hair. She told me she was a fallen angel. That her wings had been taken away by heaven. She said she would get them back one day. Then teach me how to fly. Way above the mountain high above the moon. It was a sad yet beautiful untruth. She held out her arms and enfolded me in them like her lost wings. The beautiful fallen angel with the sunlit hair and eyes as blue as a summer sky. the only one who can make my lonely heart sing