Angel Guardian Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

In the still of night, between the sheets, she came to
me again, her mission clear, I must adhere—and let
the dream begin

My fears and doubt she then ignored, and covered both
with dust, to mask the past and future lies, whose
weakness I entrust

In the dimming light her wings were spread, as sheet
and blanket flew, and from her back, a world
estranged—from what I thought I knew

She burned my eyes and entered deep, to places I
had banned, and far within what I'd become—she
let go of my hand

Now looking back, I see the dust, it marks my entry
clear, and covers up my last denial—and buries
every fear

The dream to end, my soul to mend, new eyes to open
wide, but when they close, my spirit knows—the truth
now sleeps inside

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2017)