Angel

Do you dream of angels?
I ask you as you sleep
Your tiny lips are parted
Your breathing; soft and deep

A simplified expression
That we complicate as we grow old
You must be with the angels
‘Cause out here it’s very cold

I kiss each tiny finger
Unspoiled and sundae soft
Hold your toys with trepidation
Ignore the callings of the loft

In a world of counterfeit logic
Where belief is drowned; and yet
I know God sends you angels
Lest you should forget

Angel

chez

Joined December 2007

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