Angel (Poetry)

I glimpse the shape of wings against the wall —
the sweep of feathers shifts the evening air —
I feel the draft and know that you are there —
your presence some sweet dream I half-recall.

The candle flickers and my room grows dim —
a floorboard creaks — your perfume wafts divine —
I count the moments — sense soft lips graze mine —
a gentle shock that prickles through my skin.

I cannot see you with my human eyes —
your form immortal — but my heart believes
those subtle signals — some deep nerve perceives
a fleeting shadow — silence-smothered sighs...

Your voice an echo calling me by name —
the language of your love cannot be heard
and yet I hear and understand each word —
feel raptuous and grateful that you came.