angelic

I prayed for you
eyes pouring out stars
and shining gold.
How odd that I
knew the most brilliant light
in the darkest of souls.
You blew away like
leaves in the wind
and now I dream of you.
The darkness you exude is
reverent
and shining gold.
In the morning,
I wake as if restored,
black feathers tangled
in my hair.

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