Angel

I did not think it at the time,
when you passed by, crossed paths with mine,
I was not focused, did not see,
as you passed by so casually.

I did not know it at the time,
on your departure, that look in your eye,
and you could see what was all in mine,
and held the universe at your sight.

Your voice rang far, the eye a dance of light,
how foolish I was, asking for the repeat,
but you said the words, you said them twice,
Good luck to you and have a good life.

I did not think it at the time,
but I later remembered the dream,
a dance of the eye, a tilted cheek,
things aren’t always what they seem.

Three sixty five and another seven,
A day so dim yet prime,
rain will surely fall from heaven,
yet fall not short from time.