Blue grass…cropped by God.
White flowers that slipped from his fingers
lay around me
like soldiers
in a battlefield.
The sky is white, streaked with green and
blue.
The air is soaked in lavender.
Beside me, the gray,
twisted
branches
of a willow tree, tipped with leaves pink and white.
Silver streams of sunlight
between the boughs,
bouncing off the gloss upon the
leaves.
Rests in spots on my back.
Pluck a leaf from it’s bed.
White spread from the
tip
around the edges.
He snatches it from me.
Pink lips close around it.
Gone.
Diamond laughter.
Tiny fingers clench mine again.
Comfortable warmth in my arms.
His soul.
His little green eyes
glint
at me.
He lifts his arms and tries to
fly.
My arms guide him till
his nose
touches
The willow leaves.
My angel laughs.
Diamond tinkling.
His fingers grip the branches
of the
tree.
He pulls it’s roots from the
Earth
and cradles the giant.
I cannot hold him.
He slips through my fingers…
The walls of the world rush towards
me.
Dirty.
Black,
obscene and alien.
The ground swallows his tiny
form.

Rain.
Endless floods from the black clouds
breaking my
heart.

Blood and darkness,
Neither mine,
nor uninvited.
I'm sorry...
They stole him.
Dirt and grime,
grunge and throbbing beats.
YOUDON’TDESERVEHIM.

He will wait
in the white
tiled
city.
Until they need an
angel.