In the dead of the night

When I was still a boy

Young and meek

Unfamiliar with myself

Before I’m about close my eyes 

I catch a slight glimpse of something in the corner 

It’s here a light, warm and bright appeared out of a dark

With it, what I can only describe as an angel appeared before me. 

Her eyes emerald, her radiating copper, and her dress flowing like a calm current

Her beauty, greatest of all that I have ever seen before and after

Stunned, I laid still in the dead of the night

I cannot say if it was by choice or some force

And so suddenly she is upon me, on top of me 

Her body, light the clouds, but warm as the summer sun

Her lips, so soft and ample meet mine and fire engulfs every ounce of blood in my being

Then tears rolled down my cheeks as my body ignites, I can barely breathe

Then nothingness set in

And before I could even come to try and begin to understand

She retreated back into the light, back into the dark

And I still lay there paralyzed, flames and ecstasy still in my eyes

This experience for which I’ve never had another

Now haunts me every day throughout the last 30 years

Because with every lover I’ve experienced in my life

None have ever come close to the angel from that night