Angelus

You pass him by everday without noticing. It's funny how everything in our lives can just pass us by. But here you are, the two, not sayng anythng for what do you say to a stranger? As you walk you see the trees blow in the distance, swaying slowly in the wind and then you look, you see him, your angel, his bangs blown back, his dark eyes pentrate your soul. Teh sky begins to darken, black cloads block out the sun and through the rain yuo see his features as bright as the day. Then the sky cracks, bolts shoot down as you make out the white outline of wings behind him in the darkness and the golden glow of his halo warms your face before you blink and with the shock of it all you trip and through the bright daylight that always was, the storm hidden down within your heart, his hand reaches down to you as you hear the tender words of an angel, "Are you alright?" They could never have come from him. Could they? Could they have come from him?