Devotion
This night I saw my angel again,
white, soft wings
carrying our tragedy
The first time he appeared
as you kneeled on the cold stone
in front of your altar
The dust of gold
falling from his closed eyes
illuminated the whole church
It was such a beauty
you even notice his crying
so I already knew your choice
Henceforth, ignoring my presence
only repeating your prayers
as a protection … for love?
