The Bane of a Closed Man (old unpublished poem)

She came down
in feathery waves of light,
her electric-blue eyes
clearing the fog of his day.

Her hands opened,
fingers alive with music.
In that moment her touch
could have felled evil.

“I’ve come,” she said,
“to love you unconditionally.”

The man stood silent,
heart lifting in a dance.
A barrage of tears
huddled in his eyes.

Without judgment
she waited for his reply.

“Thank you,” he said,
smiling away the tears.
Then he turned
and walked away.