A Moment With My Angel

Tears roll down her cheeks.

She watches herself cry

When her reflection cathes her eye.

I look on intrigued as she speaks.

Filled with the humblest of pride

To see ignorance come out so right.

I suppose intuition is the wisest of all.

Answers inbedded but unable to see, how free!

Irelevant is what the future brings, she begins to sing.

Aligning so many things

After her sadness leaves.

Still yet to discover her wings.