ANGELS:

A chorus of gossamer Angels stands one by one,

Garbed in crystal moonbeams & wispy golden sun,

Whenever I feel sad & lonely & wasted tears fall,

All I have to do, is upon the golden Angels call.

I feel their presence in every drop of falling rain,

Washing away my fears & imagined sinful pain,

Within the morning´s breath, I feel their gentle touch,

And I know I am not alone & feel I´m loved so much.

I hear their sweet voices on cool ethereal breeze,

Their echoing whisperings rustling in the trees,

Singing softly within my lost sleeping dreams,

Their tinkling laughter running in green mossy streams.

I see them in purple dusks, sunny days & rosy dawns,

In velvet ebony mid-nights & silky watered morns,

Within the delicate petal, tightly & secretly furled,

In the velveteen pup, sleeping & contentedly curled.

I know they are everywhere & so very close by,

I hear them in my laughter & in my deep sad sigh,

I do not have to do a thing, all I have to do is be,

And know that they will always be very close to me.