Hooded Angels

An angel strolling in the light of a light lamppost,
In the rain I catch a flicker of gold,
I cycle this way every night
but she soothes the bite of the cold.

An angel striding to the foot of a bridge.
In the darkness I notice the glimmering wings,
Forgetting the sadness of pedalling
My life is a tune that he sings.

An evening of faces but ones I can't reach
Holding apples in shining cups
A damp breeze sweeps me from the conversation
and into an angel who picks me up.

But the journey home is cold and alone
I cycle on, wiping rain from my eyes
Wishing the dawn was there to postpone
Escaping the blanket of sighs.

A car skids, forgotten the lights
A bike slips, flipped in the night…

A new angel skipping time on the road
Painting over the scars
No rain in her eyes anymore
No longer, she misses the stars.