This happened long ago when I, still young,
did not believe in angels (nor in hell),
nothing was biblical that I could tell
but life would change, and I should bite my tongue.
The stranger in our local place to be
wore white and made the dusty sunlight twirl,
his eyes were looking for just any girl
and out of all the ones, this man chose me.
We smiled of course and then he took my hand.
We danced a bit and drank a beer or two.
He didn’t talk much, strangers never do.
We walked all night over the moonlit strand.
He showed me what I should have seen before,
the stars in patterns they had never been,
he offered me his shoulder then to lean,
the sea began to sing, could I need more?
He took the ferry, to leave at seven.
I never saw him back, don’t know his name
nor what his business was, for what he came.
I only know that he was sent from heaven.
just a bit of fun