Pascaline Marre
auteur - photographe

Saved by angels

06/05/2013

I left my body,
Floating in my head,
Heavy in my feet,
Not feeling.

I look at you,
Desperately searching
For your light.
Scared to not find you.

I turn to the world,
My eyes closed,
Strange sounds,
Dance around.

I let the light come through
At last, and through a blur,
Two angels come down,
Dressed in their imaginary soul.

They are covered in pink, red and gold.
Unrecognizable, they are
Holy in their own fantasy
Floating around,

Mocking the rest of the world
For it does not exist.
Only their graceful mystery,
They allow me to see.