Obscure As I Imagine

I once took an angel to a place rinsed
holy by light. She fell in love with the
abstract sky. On a sunset she bled. She
learned lessons from clouds. She became
love in the face of my death. Everyday was a
day made of roses. I go there too. Lose
my old thinking forever, turning, reaching
for a heaven with something human in it.
Amen.