Broken Angel

his broken halo
still gleamed dull gold
his haunted eyes a
kaleidoscope of
all that he had seen
I could taste the loss
in his tears
the weariness written on his skin
like ancient runes
but there was hope in his kiss
that made me wonder
if I could be his salvation
at least for this one broken night

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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