With the Angels

To sleep with the angels
and drift with the wind
while night amends the stress
of all the day's activity
as all that comes to be
becomes a form trborn
within our dreams
into a day that must be new
or e'er no more than merely fantasy

A form of purity and earthly things
that touch, and being touched
respond; enhancing all the power
of pure creativity
for daemons come to call
just when defenses whither
calling us beyond the norm
of all that used to be
and muses sing upon the wind
of everything we need to carry on

while true love is born within a dream
and streams through all infinity
seeking always for reality
as angels wings beat hard and fast
just when human nature sleeps to dream
of all the innocence thought past
within the birth of inspiration's call
that falls with the angels
in sync with the beat of our heart
turning yet again into reality . . .


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