Dawn's Pavilion

I watched the sunrise over dawn's pavilion,
As it spread its light across the valley,
With a wake up call to nature's beauty,
Wrapped in its girdle of golden glory.

An angel fell with a beam of golden sun,
She sparkled with beauty, but somehow forlorn,
Lost and frightened, she longed to go home,
To the mirror world from whence she'd come.

Through silver tears she cried her woes.
I listened carefully to the tale she told,
Of her broken heart and her mournful soul,
And the blood that stained her heart of gold.

She told of the shadows that darkened her heart,
How she longed to return to her true love awaiting,
But alas, she feared, she could not get back,
For how could she return with a broken wing?

I knew not where the angels dwelt,
I knew not the mysteries of the mirror world,
But this saddened angel, I wished to help,
And I pledged my labours to heal her ills.

I cloaked her in the warmth of golden sunshine,
And I made a splint for her broken wing,
I felt her heartbeat renew its wondrous glory,
And illuminate her halo's golden ring.

She thanked me for the help I'd given,
And touched my lips with a kiss from heaven,
That lit a flame within my soul,
To warm my heart forevermore.

She spread her wings of silvery light,
She flapped them once and took to flight,
And soared into the deep blue skies,
As I cried the tears of a solemn goodbye.

I still hear her whisper on the gentle breeze,
I still feel her breath on the warm sun's rays,
I still feel her kiss with each drop of rain,
Each time she rises over dawn's pavilion.