My Beautiful Fallen Angel

My beautiful fallen Angel

At the summit of the
windswept hill.
She stood facing
the fading sunlight.
beautiful and serene.
the wind blowing 
through her lovely hair.
She told me 
she was a fallen angel.
That her wings 
had been taken
away by heaven.
She said she would get 
them back one day.
Then teach me how to fly.
Way above the mountain
high above the moon.
It was a sad
yet beautiful untruth.
She held out her arms
and enfolded me in them
like her lost wings.
The beautiful fallen angel
with the sunlit hair 
and eyes as blue
as a summer sky.
the only one 
who can make
my lonely heart sing