Angelic Host Protecting
A beam of light harsh and cold dashed across the street below
With no regard for property up the house wall it climbed
It sat on the window ledge waiting for the owner to open the curtains
So it could seep through the glass and play shadows in the room beyond
In the dimly lit room pictures and furniture
Were out lined along with other flotsam and jetsam
Slanting off a far wall the light created a pattern betwixt lace and cloth
Hung where this ray of streetlight thumped the wall was a photograph
It was a large black and white photo of a man
A man with dark questioning eyes that stared at you intensely
A smile that melted hearts everywhere
And a clean-shaven jaw, proclaiming a scar of character.
The shaft of light soft and warm playing in the room
Created a glow around the picture like an angelic host
So while the sleeper rested a man-made heavenly light
Protected the purposely-placed picture of her heart.