angels danced, a twirling saga, before my eyes.
I closed my mind and strived to think.
No thought was formed, no mental link.
What where these visions that I did see,
and why had the shown themselves to me?
The struggle to imagine from where they came,
proved pointless, like standing drenched in the pouring rain.
Slowly the vision faded from sight,
sinking into the cloudless light.
The soaring spectacle had escaped my grip,
and from my mind the memory would slip.
A mystery they will always be,
to me for all eternity.