Angel reaching down to touch
the tragedies of life.
Spirit seeking answers
to the wrong of all the right.

A mighty storm was brewing
in the heart of all that is.
Sizzling, the lava ran through
veins once full of bliss.

Suddenly, the lightning peaked,
reaching for the abyss of desire.
Golden fire, so pure and bright.
Cosmic blues of pure delight.

Clouds banking, moving
in and out of time.
Emotion lives a numinous appeal.
Intangible, it rules all that we do.

Undefined, misunderstood -
living in each heart that would
inspire another moment of pure love.
A pure white dove took flight and then
the soul began to gather in
the particles of light and life and love.

While there, upon the screen of fate,
the paradise we long for came to life.
Echo, echo - heart divine.
Gather in harmonic chimes.

And everywhere the angel touched
was real...

? Michaelette ?