Fallen

In the brightest sun I caught glimpses of a creature

Distinguished was its fall as I observed a feature

Two holes in the back, was he shot up above?

Falling ever so gently like a dying white dove

Then noticing a human shape began forming

My chill became obvious as I stared adoring

Fallen angel it was which I could not help

And as it landed in the field I heard a yelp

Fragile as it was, standing up and it was gone

Only brilliance lingered from the intense sun

A rare gift I was given and a message to convey

To only those who believe I will persevere to say

The time will come when these worlds will collide

And those unseen are visible next to each, by our side