A Passing

Between the cold chatter of an empty room

and the stale feeling of a broken heart tonight my love, once again, did part.

On wings of seraphs God delivered her to me

with smiling eyes and amazing charm; now a new love keeps her safe from harm.

Time.., fate.., the devil.. or maybe

a combination of all three... took my sweet angel away from me.

With falling tears...reaching hands...

and the screaming out loud she drifted away tonight like this passing cloud.

Randy McGee December 22, 2001