Angel of Awakening

An angel of awakening.
Enfolded by its weary wings.
They slept too soundly through
their days of life. And closed
their eyes each time the living
light was brought near them.

Truth be told, the angel felt it too.
The weariness and blind exhaustion.
Tears unshed. The lost confessions.
Waiting for forgiveness to begin.
Deep within their sleep, the sorrow sang.

An angel of awakening.
Keeper of the dreams we never
dared to make into reality...

? Michaelette ?

11/10/2003
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