Blue Angel Poem by Daniel Brick

O Blue Angel,
you child with wide eyes,
daughter of Mother Night
and Father Darkness,
what marvels you release
night after night
to my awed eyes, whether
I sleep or keep strict vigil.

You carry a Dream Bag,
heavy with hopes and desires,
over the threshold of darkness
into our world of light,
and with knowing hand you reach
and pull forth the dream meant for each of us.
Nothing is closer to my heart than this dream.
My sleep stretches out to contain it.

You sit near me, wide awake
despite the late hour, so keen
are you for my happiness. Your face
arches over my sleeping form, and
pours its lovely peace within me.
This kindness is displayed everywhere
our life takes us, in every turn of fate.
But at night it illuminates life abundantly.

O Blue Angel, forgive my boldness.
Our seers tell us you are the demi-angel
of this blue planet. In hushed voices,
they say you pour your vital energy
into the empty places of our existence,
making them shine with your dark force.
Our seers lead us in nightly prayers:
we praise you, we celebrate you, we thank you.

Have I myself ever thanked you
with sufficient praise? What songs
should I sing, what dances dedicate
to your goodness? Should I embrace you,
or bow before you? Sweet Spirit,
I hardly know you, but I love you. Even if
you abandon me and no longer comfort
my sleep, I will love you still night and day.