The Angel

It flies above my head in the crystaline skies I gaze up in wonder through my jet black eyes His wings translucent, refracting as he nears He whispers to me collecting my fears Calming my spirt with his beautiful words And then he is gone, away with the birds Everything is clear now, my path fortold I will become one of them after i grow old The colours of my peace intoxicating my mind I feel content, a whole, nothing left to find I am no longer scared of what lies ahead I am patiently waiting for death instead