A Divine light shines forth from the angel
Casting silhouettes from my most treasured dream
As a few floating specks of that dream dust my eyes
I think I might know what it means
She sings as we drift in a time-petal
Her melody colors the air
As the words to her song start to settle
They are the words of my most treasured prayer
How can she know what my dreams are?
And what I say to my god when I'm scarred?
She dips her wing in a sundial and strokes
brilliant splashed moments we' ve shared
Her face, that song, that scent and the light
That dark decayed doom of my cell
That statue of light that whispered goodnight
And demanded my soul back from hell
I remember her laboring my torn souls repair
spun from a spinning wheel, spun out of angel hair ...
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