He Suddenly Woke Poem by Austin Glover

He suddenly woke to the breath of an angel,
Lingering close, warming his skin,
Yet in reality, cold engulfed his flesh,
He wondered how it had happened,
And who he had been.

Though now he was set
Way up in the sky,
In peace he would rest,
Upon clouds he would fly,

Though at night he would ponder,
In many thoughts deep,
Who could I have been,
Was my life not to keep?

On his last breath she did linger,
this winged creature of despair,
gazing down at his face mournfully,
the last petaled tears entwined in her hair.

For love echoed in a cold embrace he’d never feel,
the last touch of life fading quickly
with each silver engrained kiss,
the rose from cheeks as placid
as his stone covered lips.

For once she felt pain in her bottomless heart
for this poor distant soul,
how unfair it was to take him,
to never let the world know

what a blossom he was
in this blissful prime,
his life surely wasted on a pitiful crime
of selfishness clouding a pristine vision,
his life lost to one who had fallen from
a desperate superstition.