Halo

I watched you in the sunlight
standing over me.
In that one instant
you didn’t seem to belong;
out of place;
out of synch;
as if the sun had dropped you
upon this earth.
Pale hair, golden skin,
tawny golden eyes,
and then you opened your mouth
to taunt me
and I realized,
how mistaken I was.
I wished you were an angel,
but anyone can wear a halo
when walking between
the earth and the sun.

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About E

Even as a child, I read voraciously. Writing has always been a natural outlet. Sometimes bordering on macabre or edgy, I was not always safe and even today I look at some of my writing and raise an eyebrow. Read me at your own risk. I am but a 30-something professional (don't ask a professional what, for I won't answer!) who spends nights as a dreamer and sometimes writer.
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3 Responses to Halo

  1. Beautiful post. Loved this bit:
    ” I wished you were an angel,
    but anyone can wear a halo
    when walking between
    the earth and the sun.”

    Really struck a chord with me. Thanks for sharing

    Like

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