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Iridescent light lay high upon the creek:
Light, dripping sapphire—
Wings above my body.
Dike, though, land to keep what ‘way.
Rare a sight be, my angel's flight.
Yonder skies, she drifts away—
Looking back, yield none; dismay.
Hours, days, and months I’d wait.
Originally posted here.