The Death of An Angel

Sorrow detonates. Pulling at my sleeping form. Oddly Humble. In the Golden Light. Why do I weep? An earthy brook swirls twisting turning under the snowy white bridge. Grandma's Beckon. Hurry home child! The Frog never stood a chance Grabbed by one back leg. And stuffed into a pocket. As bare feet bounded onto the golden streets. "You are my Sunshine" A young mans voice Calls to those who weep. "My Only Sunshine" His rich, deepening voice adds. Running, hopping, stopping to turn a few flips before Dancing into the Golden glowing light. A sense of peace and Love overwhelming: fills my own soul. As my hand struggles fighting it's way from dream world reaching for the Jingle calling to it. Pulling my mind back to Earth. Eyes turning to the clock. Eyes wide open now I lift the phone to hear the Broken Father sob "Kelby is no Longer with us" and I know that I have witnessed the Death of an angel.