The darkest nights I spent alone
pretending I was hardened stone
that naught could touch my heart enclosed
as within myself I sought repose

Unknowing, I had hit upon
a path to mighty Metatron
Lonely angel, lonely man
we touched as only spirits can

Heart to heart as love to love
he taught me how to soar above
the limited world of earthly sensation
as he raised my soul to a new vibration

And now, on darkest nights, I know
the feel of love, the angel's glow
illumining the shadows here
exonerating all my fear

of solitude or empty space
as surrounded by an angel's grace
I dream . . .


March 1991
Revised 3/24/2000
Copyright© 2000 Michaelette L. Romano
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