Broken Angel

His broken halo

still gleamed dull gold

His haunted eyes

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

Broken Angel

His broken halo

Still gleamed dull gold

His haunted eyes

Kaleidoscope of

All that he had seen

That weighed on his soul

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