She stood facing
the fading sunlight.
High  on a windswept hill.
Beautiful and serene.

She told me
she was a fallen angel.
And her wings
had been taken away.

She said she would
teach me how to fly one day.
High above the moon and stars.

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.