AN ANGEL IN THE MIST

By Joseph J. Conte July 27, 2009

Sometime ago, I met my Angel in the mist,

When and where, is noted on a missing list.

Her shiny hair, bright eyes, and her lovely face,

Shown thru the mist, that was like transparent lace.

The words she uttered were warm, and delightful for me to hear,

Each syllable, a tingling rapture, a melody of satin, soft to my ear.

In the beginning the mist, surrounding this Angel was very slow to lift,

Foolishly my heart peered through it, and grabbed the Angel as a gift.

Months went by, and the essence of this Angel, slowly drifted away,

Busy nights and busy days, this and that, seemed to keep the Angel at bay.

The Angel continued her life’s work, the mist became more coveting,  

She was no longer visible, my heart struggled, slowly love was dying.

I made a mental note, as the mist took my Angel, and I lost her in the dark,

My mind will never let her leave my heart, my love will always remain a spark.

My final thought, is that I have loved an Angel, one who could never be mine,

The lovely sweet Angel in the Mist, gone forever, leaving me alone to pine.