Glimpse

It's funny sometimes,
when you're in a room crowded with seated people,
but the only sound is the near silent breathing.
Every footstep echoes purposefully on the hardwood floor,
and between the beats,
I could've sworn that I'd heard the fluttering of wings.
When you're in a room like this,
your eyes can't help but roam across your line of sight.
The urge to absorb the finest details is just too strong,
even if they are just the smiles resting upon nearby faces,
or the quiet snores of those who've dozed off.
And sometimes,
you can see faces shining brightly through the thinning veil,
glowing with a radiance that you assume must be heavenly.