Angels Fly

By: Philip Radley

Angels fly, so sweet and perfect,
Their frosty wings glisten in the jaded sunlight.

Angelic in nature, so gentle, fluttering between us,
Mending our broken hearts with the finest silk thread.

A troubled time diminishes with the thought
Of an Angel dusting us with sparkle and hope,

But don't take this for granted,
Because sometimes Angels bleed.