The crimson orange sun is setting ablaze an angel,
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From the soil her figure is veiled in dark brown,
Her wings absorbing the sun while gesturing glaring rays.
Almost sweepingly, her body dances upon the soft billowing clouds,
But she is aware.
I knew that angel,
Until she began to ascend.
I want that angel.
But I cannot fly.
I chase her scent,
In white blotches of the sun
I see memories of her bellied back, and stained nude.
I couldn’t see her face that day
The sun did not permit it
I’d never know if she looked back
I watch her ascend to redemption
Knowing she’ll find the meanings of things
She will find her god.
Now night is falling slowing
Phasing her from the sky
She’s gone now.
I chase her timelessly following her ascent
To thin air collapsing everything physical
Her back leading me upwards
In hope I struggle, tip toe off the ground
Reaching searching grabbing trying to snatch her radial blur
Seen only through my shut eyes
Felt only through her memories
Time etches on this pursuit
Aging agony screams defeat
Never looking back, clouded in shut eyes
I never looked away from the sky
I never saw her standing on the ground
Just the memory of her ascending.