On the shores of my dreams
the wings gently waved
making me feel the presence;
the beak touched my lips
to make me feel the love.
The robe covered my body
and
I become a child
in its pouch.
And I remain in my dreams
as a child
wondering where the angel is.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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