• Through the darkest of night
    came upon an angel so bold
    A most curious sight
    for any to whom beholds

    Her fair hair and mysterious eyes
    prone to catch unwanted attention
    even to catch the slightest of lies
    the slightest glimpse relieves all tension

    Large, vibrant colored wings
    withholding several glistening plumes so pure
    ten thousand times greater than any set of rings
    beauty alone capable to lure

    This most curious creature, calm and welcoming
    found most easy to alter lives with the slightest touch
    wide and open wings, never faltering
    acting as that third crutch

    Holding and supporting any being in need
    no matter how different or special one may be
    so free and pure untainted by greed
    always by that cherry blossom tree

    Though believed that anything pure is easily tainted
    how a drop of ink stains white paper
    she will also be permanently painted
    yet none shall stink or taint, now nor later

    For one so strong
    only becomes from past experience
    has had done wrong
    but controlled any unwanted appearance

    Gradually spreading those large wings
    tightly wound around her
    preventing, shying, hiding unwanted things
    wrapped from head to toe to ensure

    Loosening only bound to trust
    in return a plume to behold
    never to rust
    a smile that told

    After a few years
    wings fully extended
    even though she hardly shed tears
    for scars burned unintended

    Yet her smile always warming
    she always spoke considering others
    all emotions swarming
    viewing others as sisters and brothers

    Belonging nowhere, she creates her own place to stay
    where others come under her widespread wings
    joining the other curious ones that there lay
    watching in that aerial garden where she comes to sing

    Believed to be secretly spying
    and yet she is fully aware
    continuing to dance under the cherry blossom, flying
    so beautiful in lace, so graceful as not to tear

    Waiting to find the revealing
    what makes her so different from the rest?
    what is she concealing?
    we appreciate and yet detest

    Those wings of hers always open yet conceal
    so many questions left unanswered for those to ponder
    we go in search to reveal
    yet left in the dark to wander

    Why must she hide if so willing to accept
    just hide in the dark like before
    lose attention and act inept
    lost at hope no longer to adore

    ....But wait, what would become of these borrowed plumes
    to never have met one like her
    nothing could ever compare to her perfect loom
    even though once imperfect still secret per

    She always smiles and holds wings wide for anyone to come
    even though she is heart broken
    no matter how slow or dumb
    her life is more than just a golden token

    Through that impossible blizzard she came
    glided towards you as you trudged on
    the pelting snow fell but just walking through, became tame
    she comes over and wraps her wings around you, providing warmth upon

    Always nearby when in need
    watching everyone's life-holding loom
    upon seeing an open wound she would try to see
    she would carefully tend to it, leaving yet another plume

    That most mysterious angel plays a melody upon her harp
    from her heart and memories of others, she plays that calming tune, relaxing
    by the river flowing freely, containing carp
    under that weeping willow, memories that vines found trapping

    That beautiful seraphim slowly becomes curious too
    what would happen if I were to suddenly take leave?
    all would be shocked to know and come to
    at which would go to that maiden to retrieve

    Watching wonderful mirage disappear into the horizon
    all through the night wondering if it was all just a dream
    waiting to find her walking while the sun was rising
    then upon memory, finding that plume in your hand, much softer than the softest cream...


    --Jaceil