The Angel's Song

A Poem by Aramey

A flash of blinding light,
stars slicing open the night sky
this was no normal meteor shower
curiosity didn't long devour.

The sky was filled with streaks of bright
hitting everywhere, trembling ground... a fright!
I lost my footing, landing face in the sand
and when I stood, they lay on the land.

Bodies covered a once desolate beach
but I was shocked when I could clearly see
feathers of white, but covered in crimson
I rubbed my eyes, certain of the truth in vision.

Motionless... and one wing, clearly broken
A long stride, came drifting low from the ocean,
it's waters washing away crimson and sand
and swallowing it back, motion... from finger to hand.

Though nary a twitch to begin,
then a tremble and shudder moved in.
A single step back was all I could take,
before voices bellowed, eyes, wide awake.

Not one, but all to their knees... they stood.
The nearest opened his gaze, standing a front the beach wood,
deliberating past peach flesh and bone,
piercing yellow eyes, pressing into my soul.

Couldn't move, couldn't breathe,
fearing what he may perceive,
his wings, a resonating haste, snapping open,
heart's sudden jump, spangled beat broken.

Feathers outstretched, spread from end to end
resembling an oak wingspan, with broad, rooted, bend.

As the wings of glory straightened, his eyes lit aflame,
burning and I knew he remembered my name.

I had forgotten angels, not simply softness and comfort,
a sword forged for burning, under which, one would surely suffer
where evil was hidden, he would surely strike them down
humbled before him, my knees dropped to the ground.

Bowing my head low and closing my eyes
prepared for the inevitable, my untimely demise.
I heard the roaring sound from the flames of red.
vibration confirmed, command struck over head.

But somehow nothing changed, his fingers lifted my gaze
eyes sung wordless tunes, but I understood every little phrase.

"Woman, we are everywhere and most will ne'er see,
such a fragile soul, yet endless bravery."
He reached his hand toward mine, "I have a gift for thee."

His hands wrapped gently, curling his fingers around mine
the angels lifted, great wings unfurled, rippled to the sky.

He paused again for a moment, before he followed close behind,
his thoughts were clear, that I would see him again... in time.
Written across his face, a stunning widespread smile.

I had almost forgotten, the gift in my hand
a seashell with white feathers, attached to braiding on one end.
I lifted it to ear to hear, the ocean's reflected waves
but what I heard was not, it was his words... in phrase.