The Angel

On her cloud she sits, watching
She stares down through the skies, alone
Many years long past, bleakness
She doesn't want to think about yesterday.

Through this plane of existence, she wanders
Lost in her own musings, she laughs
She is not dying anymore, she smiles
She's moved on and she lives.

Radiance and beauty eminate, her beauty
Life around her she captures, her art
Her words soft and gentle, her voice
Blind she is but still she sees.

Her stride, her steps, her grace
From the cloud she observes
From the cloud she creates life, restores it
Gentle, caring, loving, the angel.