Angels In My Dream Poem by Natasa To

In the hush between midnight and dawn,
when the world forgets its noise,
angels wander through my dreams
with silver footsteps and quiet voices.



They drift like moonlight on water,
soft wings brushing the stars,
carrying forgotten songs
from places beyond the dark.



One touched my weary forehead
with hands made out of light,
and every fear inside my chest
unraveled into white.



Another sang in whispers
only sleeping hearts could hear,
a melody of distant skies
that dissolved every shadow of fear.



They never stay till morning,
they fade with the breaking blue,
but traces of their glowing grace
remain the whole day through.



And sometimes when the night is still
and heaven opens wide,
I close my eyes and wait for them—
the angels who softly arrive.