Last night I kissed an angel and
Clouds shattered tears about.
At last, a taste of purity often
Longed and dreamed of.

No more lurid affairs, pretense,
Making sex on soiled sheets and
Under apple trees calling it love.
No more to be infected by putrid
Flesh and the odour of betrayal.

Last night, near my almond tree,
I kissed an angel, she gave me a
Taste of innocence and at dawn
My tree snowed white flowers.