Conversation with an Angel

Knees curled to her chest, she sits on her own
The world passes by on its merry ways
Voices near, she's surrounded but 'lone
Alone in a crowded place, as always
A friend draws near, jumps up to sit
A smile lights the face as she sees the eyes lit

The halo is battered, beaten and bent
The light is dimmed, the wearer's heart spent
To talk with an angel, it's a rare thing
A gift to be treasured about other things

The words flow for hours, the darkness falls 'round
The two girls lay back, not making a sound
They stare at the sky, a common bond between
The first starts to think, her thoughts clear and keen
She knows this is special, this time with a friend
She hates it when arrivals signal the end

The halo is battered, beaten and bent
The light is dimmed, the wearer's heart spent
To talk with an angel, it's a rare thing
A gift to be treasured about other things

They don't have to say it, their bond lets them know
They will remember, they'll never let go
Times such as these are few and far
These times will stay with them, no matter where they are

The halo is battered, beaten and bent
The light is dimmed, the wearer's heart spent
To talk with an angel, it's a rare thing
A gift to be treasured about other things

Dedicated to Raquel Marie Payne
Who could ask for a better friend?

By: Katelyn Johnson