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Giotto's Angel
I watched you take it in,
this ceilinged fresco
of the soaring angel with kohl eyes
and wind chaffed cheek.
I watched then how a broadened smile
so sly, began to trace itself upon your lips
just as I hoped it would,
when you were overcome
within a feathered sigh
by all the heavened sight of him,
and how you soft began to raise your hand
unconsciously
towards his outstretched arm
as if it might be possible
to touch the blessing,
his white fingers offered you;
Oh, how your gaze,
drawn to the dappled wonder there surrounding him,
went up and up and up
arousing such a new fierce light of knowing in your eyes.
And this, yes this,
was why his halo glowed,
and why his wings were fluttering.
To merge you with the lyric glory
in his veil pieced sky.
this ceilinged fresco
of the soaring angel with kohl eyes
and wind chaffed cheek.
I watched then how a broadened smile
so sly, began to trace itself upon your lips
just as I hoped it would,
when you were overcome
within a feathered sigh
by all the heavened sight of him,
and how you soft began to raise your hand
unconsciously
towards his outstretched arm
as if it might be possible
to touch the blessing,
his white fingers offered you;
Oh, how your gaze,
drawn to the dappled wonder there surrounding him,
went up and up and up
arousing such a new fierce light of knowing in your eyes.
And this, yes this,
was why his halo glowed,
and why his wings were fluttering.
To merge you with the lyric glory
in his veil pieced sky.
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