She was an angel, was she not?

She was an angel, was she not?

The winter's cold, the fog is dense
It was as dense yesterday.
I drudge along the road I take
Today, as always, as everyday

The chemist at the corner here
Has worn a scowl every time I pass,
But today, as I walk by near
I hear him break out into a laugh.

I look inside, but she's no longer there
Only the chemist with his toothy smile
But a silent whisper in the air
Tells me she stood here awhile

Further the road is crowded still
It is, as usual, a busy day
Yet, a look and I can see
Her footsteps all along the way

The beggar by the side is smiling, not
Because of the generous note he just received
But someone with a patient ear
Thought of paying a little heed

The man in suit right up ahead
Has paused in the middle of the road
Wondering, why on earth did that lady now
Smile at him with a smile so broad?

And everywhere where she walked past
Though the fog hangs in clouds of grey
She has left a trail of pleasant surprise
That something is different about today

She lingers in the smile on that woman's lips

A blink in the eyes of that boy standing there

A thought that just made time stand still

A faint fragrance that hangs in the air.

She lingers in the blades of grass
The dew that trembles on forgotten trees
Even the spider, busy on its web
Is surprised by the sudden breeze

She was an angel, was she not?
Perhaps she was just you or me,
But she left behind a little thought
As divine as thought can be.