My Angel
There's a moment, I have wondered
if I’ve ever met a person with heart
just pure and beautiful heart
kind
gracious
above all the love of:
parents, lovers, relatives, and friends
reaching out, even a stranger
(this generation "X" is full of materialism possessiveness)
but then
the angel has wings spanned wide above
what a thought of dream, a wide imagining
I wander through the path of life
in the desert
suffering
a lonesome wolf
dream on, dream on, the courage to live
angel! angel! lower your white wings
so I could see you with my snaked eyes.
but dreams are dreams
dream has no arm ,has it?
can't take and lead me on my voyager of life
I lean on its pretends
tumbling but not falling yet!
In despair, desperation, and hopelessness
I was sucked deep down to the mud
nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
but my knees are straight
my sight is upward
to where my dream once was
and there it is
the blurry, foggy white shade is slowly descending
beyond the cloud tripled folded down
my dream angel
it is you
the lady in my dream
