Angel In The Light

Angel in the Light

I remember seeing Tom

Standing by a window

Tower Records

Sunset Blvd

He worked there

So did I

Gave birth there

To the Self 

That I became

He was looking at a record

I think it was the Byrds

In the discount record bins

Near the tape department

Where I stood watching

From my corner

Hollywood hustle and bustle

Never felt a part

More like an audience

Yet he stood calmly

He seemed contented

The eye of a hurricane

His hair was curly then

Residue of a life 

Left behind

Looked like an angel

As the light shone

Through the window

I hardly knew him

Usually quiet

He listened

When most guys 

Liked to talk

He seemed gentle

Not someone I feared

Comfortable

Before I even knew him

His blue eyes

Betrayed a humor

His demeanor 

Generally hid

As he stood there

Studying

That album jacket

He seemed to glow

From within

This was someone

I would always love

I knew it then

Never figured 

We’d be lovers

Let alone 

Married

I only knew 

He was my friend

Perhaps this was

My moment of clarity

My moment of destiny

My moment of peace

My moment of contentment

I smiled

Then I rang up a customer

My moment ended

Life went on