An angel leaps into the water 

From the safety of the pier. 

Each simple stroke releases rings, 

Halos forged from golden light. 

I think.  Her image fades,

Hidden by silver shadows.

And suddenly, that angel swimming

Becomes human, all the same;

The sun hides in its misty gowns

And our magic leaves the stage.

© Tofer Carlson 2011