Lost Angel, lost time, and my work boots

Saturated in my own fears. Lost in my own thoughts. Walking out of a burning building into the darkness.

Floating on my own emotions falling into a pool of feelings.

Invisible to most everyone around with my arms held open but she is not there too fill them.

Some stop too stare with meaningful intentions, but none will dry my tears.

Music in the distant or is it the sound of her voice. silent foot steps dancing in the dark.

Wishing for one more dance, reaching out grasping nothing but thin air.

As I stumble into the darkness the sounds of beautiful music in the distance is faint.

I sit patiently in the silent darkness waiting too hear the voice of an angel.

With a thousand needles stuck thru my heart I start too remove them one by one.

With each needle I remove, the pain heals much quicker than when each needle was forced in.

As I take out each needle I look at it in amazement. Like a junkie feening for another hit.

Trying to remember when and why each gaping hole was made.

Realizing the needles were lessons, and the holes were scars left by the lessons.

As I remove the last of the lessons from my heart I hear the voice of the lost angel again.

Singing a love song about how love hurts. A song I knew all too well, the words flow from my tongue like a kindergartner reciting their ABC's.

Feelings of comfort fill my heart, realizing I have sung this very duet with the lost angel before.

This time the music was even more beautiful than before.

It was as if we had been practicing for years, knowing we haven't.

The more we sing the louder the beautiful music we were making together became.

Still walking into the darkness I close my eyes and suddenly I see a light.

I reach out one more time and feel the angels hand. It felt so familiar but its changed.

The hand of the angel had scars not felt by the touch, but felt by the beautiful tone in her song.

As tears so heavy fall from her eyes like boat anchors plunging into a river of emotions.

She wrapped her arms around me like an anaconda fighting to relieve its hunger.

As our lips met lightning struck as if a higher power knew it had to reveal to me who this beautiful angel was.

As our eyes met I wept. Leaving puddles of lost time all over my work boots.