does an angel appear
in your face
or is it always there
a porcelain doll
I thought was cracked cries no more
she knows her beautiy now

is it the sun
drenched book
that shows
your nature
a diamond
not seen

your silence
catches me
off guard

is it the book
that makes me
a fool
and will you forgive me
when the sun sets
over weeping trees
and you put
your book down