Poem Without Name

found you all alone underneath the fallen sky
cold and bare like a mammal washed ashore
underneath your fair facade
an angel born of innocents
you wear your soul like a Sunday dress
pure and proud
drawn into your circle
foreign, yet part of me
distorted like a painting created by a child
confused by your way
so I stayed
reached out to pinch you just to see if you are really real
anxious about beginning to feel
scared of what may have become
frightened to no longer be numb
warmth in your circle
I vow to keep you from all harm...

Written 1/26/05