An Incoming Angel
As the sunlight splits the Heavens
As both
Photon and wavelength
So fast
A year becomes its timeline
And a second
Meaningless
As a twinkle becomes the twilight
The reflection
Infinite
That the angle of reflection
The same
As angle of incidence
And as the sunlight splits the Heavens
The tales of Angels
It could tell
Speak of
Unicorns and fairies
Magic flutes and wishing wells
But if the universe
Has no secrets left
And The Maker signs His name to it
Conceed I will
All magic things
Like solemn words and golden rings
Are as silly as
My feelings then
That a dinosaur
Has ever been
A theory or religious cause
Worth fighting for or thinking of
Its just I
Shutter at the day we find
A single equation
Or singular thought behind
To the beauty of all
Life and light
Or the answer to either
How? or Why?
Why your eyes command my every thought
And the blue defies all logical plot
That I awake at night
And think all day
"Is an Angel on its way?"