Angel

Angels. Falling from the sky. So sad to see. Their departure from grace. Look again. They fall so beautifully. Just like tears of the sky. Heaven cast them down. And now they come to us. Angels. Fallen from grace. So mystique. So raveled in charisma. Stand in their wake. And watch them walk. Anger seething into the air. And their grace isn't all gone. Still far too easy to pick from a crowd. One glance. And you fall in love. Perfect body. Perfect mystique. Eyes peering beyond your gloss. You shatter in their gaze. With not a word to say. Frozen in spot. Frozen in time. Angels. Everyone stares. But they are so distant. So unaware. Grace beyond our capability. Carry themselves. On feathers accord. So light on foot. Not a sound is made. Angels. Fallen but not broken. Departed but still graceful. Mysterious but wise. And a figure to behold. Angels. They stand above. Superiority unquestioned. Solemnly commanding respect. Bat of an eye. Angels. In the flesh. My brothers. In the flesh.