Angel Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

of this night dreamt for me
oneself angel
in the sleep I knew him
although there was
for me
completely a stranger
he looked like the man,
very beautiful
therefore sat down on him
my eyesight careful
such a seemed to me
alone
like by the route
big white stone
he extended a hand to me
and he said
- it is like the rope
when you doubt
will appear a hope
and now, close your eyes
and fall asleep,
sleep, sleeeeep and dream deep
just about he wasn't when I woke up
a white feather lay on the table,
where stood a cup...