My poem for you

An Angel Goes By
Possessed by you,
soul you pass without knowing what you've done,
a brush from your wings has sufficed
to pull down my universe,
broken fragments are all that I feel,
the butterflies die against the ceiling,
the rushing springs have only been puddles,
the moon an old mirror;
I can hear the glasses shattering,
other souls keep their distance,
under this passing rubble
that keeps falling
I see only you.
(Diana María Ivizate González,  Hidden Scents Striking, Paisajes de Mujer / Womanlands. Madrid, Editorial Verbum, 2010)