You must be.

an angel with her clippèd wings
the scepter of a noble king
the dulcet voice of a lark that sings
of the advent of eternal spring.

a reminder to all the world’s people
to discard their malice and their evil.
a tale’s long-awaited sequel
the first brushstroke on an empty easel.

the paragon of innocence and bliss
the initial bite into a Hershey’s kiss
an arrow of Cupid that doesn’t miss
and the only light in our abyss.

a mystery to which there is no answer
the cure to all the types of cancer
a growing oak tree’s brilliant amber
a playing fawn’s agile scamper.

the hush of suburban streets at nighttime
a glimpse of a scene that lasts a lifetime
a glow that no one who’s in his right mind
would say doesn’t resemble a piece of skyline.

a world tour in a tenth of a second
everyone’s knowledge crammed into one lesson
the talent of a respected legend
the welcoming banquet up there in heaven.

the pristine heart that has never hated
another miracle that God has created
the meaning of life so elegantly stated
you must be my sister – we must be related.