Tears of an Angel

In  the corner of a plain white room she crouches

Tears streaming from her eyes

Her clothes are tattered and torn like so many pouches

Her broken wings cant fly

There was a time, when she still flew, when all was well

Her wings drew strength from her heart

She watched over those who needed her care

In caring, she played her part

Then one fateful day, with clouds gray in the sky

It was gray because she was hurt

She tried to shake it off, pretend she was alright

But her tears started staining her shirt

From the sky she then fell, lower and lower

Till finally she crashed to the ground

With two wounded wings she still tried to hover

But the strength from her heart was not found

So she hid in the white room, away from all sight

just tending her broken wings

on her bed she'd lost hope, she nearly gave up

But hope is a funny thing.

She saw a shadow, standing over her form. 

She looked up with eyes so red

She stared into eyes, eyes warm like the sun

He lifted her up from her bed

In his arms she lay, her heart began to glow

Into his shirt she cried

After a time, the tears ceased to flow

and again she felt she could fly

He spent the night there, cradling her

Making sure she was alright

The next morning, he was gone, but she found a feather

It wasn't hers, and it made her feel light.

Again she now flies, the lone feather in hand

Now and again she remembers

The stranger, he's there, watching from below

With two wings he still likes to walk

Cheers

Healing Poet