The Unintentional Angel

I am stuck ina hallway
a hallway of mirros
my reflections are everywhere
every different perspective is seen
now i see the sun hanging o'er my head
The rays shine on the mirros
I am illuminated
I glow like an angel, a rather contemporary one
a little boy walks into the hallway
his eyes fixed on the radiance of the light
he looks upon me with a stun
" Are you my guardian angel?" he says
I was stunned , sure this little boy must be mistakened
"I'm not an angel," I say
The boy looks upon my with a question upon me
"You don't have to lie to me," he says
and walks away
i am still surprised, of a little boy's faith on me.
Surely i an no angel, at least...
not an angel in my eyes.