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.