It Made It Easier To Believe In Angels
He Saw How Easily Their Halo’s Slipped
It Had Slid Down Slowly
During The Course Of The Evening
As They Drank Wine
And Sang Slurred Songs
Around An Artificial Fire Light
Halo’s Were Bright Magical Things
And She Had Patiently Sat
Propped Up
Rather Uncomfortably
‘At The Top’
Maybe The Tree? Was Lopsided He Mused
As He Left His Small Shiny Parcel At Her Feet
She Seemed More Beautiful Now
As If She Knew Exactly What He Was Waiting For
One Day Someone Would Kiss Him Under This Same Tree,
He Smiled And Went To Sleep
Hoping It Would Be Her