i saw the sky fallnas the sun burnt out starsnshe was what i called an angels self portraitncome to me in a deep cherry orchardnso very delicate, elegant, i can tell it gets dark soonnsun sets over the sandunennthis angel asked me to massage her feathered shoulder bladesnnshe cries, face wetngold halo cuffed braceletnfelt a slight sting between her white wingsnthe cake was all set, i had the icingnwhen i finshed, i said i guess i'll being see you laterni'll be happy to wait herennthis angel asked me to massage her feathered shoulder bladesnnthere's not anything wrong, with never wanting to say goodnightnit just had to be said