Angel, My Sweet

I had been walking in the woods, ended up at the top of a "mountain" and I saw a man gazing at a woman. I assumed he didn't know her, they left seperately and never exchanged a word.

 

She lies there, sprawled,
exhausted from the climb
or just fallen from the heavens.

I do not know.

She smiles, proud,
having survived the climb
or survived the fall.

I do not know.

She lost her smile,
seeing how high she’d risen
or how low she’d fallen.

I do not know.

She starts downhill,
thirsty for blue water
or thirsty for blue skies.

I do not know.

Good bye, sweet woman.
Angel, my sweet.
Will we meet again?

I do not know.

Reviews

[Love.Stained]

Beautiful! I love the way this poem is set out, and message coming through there. =]