He came at dawn.
The unexpected.
He was an angle,
wanting to be respected.

He was surrounded by light,
of a heaven’s golden hue.
His gentle arms cradled me,
the whole day through.

His lips were a rose,
Blue, his eye.
His hair was a flame.
His wings from the sky.

The time was lost,
or didn’t move at all,
for the time we spent,
went from spring to fall.

He only went away,
when the sun disappeared.
The time he left,
was when I feared.

With him gone, I am only half.
Part of me missing, just not near.
Every day, precisely at dawn,
He returned, and melted my fear.

The colors I saw in him,
were true to only me.
He was black to all else.
He’s my shadow, you see.