An angel stands with open hands
Come child take my hand
You glance, thinking, am I going insane
The angel replies, no child thou art not insane
Now take mine hand
She takes a step forward, looks around, then another
She holds her hands out
The angel smiles and takes her hand gently
The warmth and glow she feels slowly tingles her soul
She thought that the darkness was all that she could see
The light shimmers in the dark as it brightens her heart
You are not alone child, your forever in our hearts
She stands in awe, as she watchs a ray of light shine upon her
She can only nod her head as she realizes she as never been alone
Suddenly I wake up from my dreams...and recall how I use to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem