Angels come and go,
And leave behind trails of stars.
Stars that sparkle of joy and wonderment
In my solitary heart.
My heart knows the truth –
That it must travel alone,
That it owns no one and must tread lightly.
But these angels bring me closer home.
They live not in a different sphere;
They live not in the usual places;
They live in unexpected abodes,
In gentle, unappreciated faces.
Angels that do unprecedented acts –
Acts of true love, true faith and true thought,
Miracles that rouse my trust in humanity
When I feel all I have is naught.
But these angels never do stay;
They hover, smile, and vanish in a flash.
Slowly pulling me into their transient journey,
Angels come and angels go.
Dedicated to all the angels in my life.
(c)rummy’s own blog