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Kissed by an Angel.
I don't know what to say
as I go through my day
and the thought of my dream overtakes me.
There's a touch on my neck
and the feeling of breath
on my face, like a kiss, doesn't shake me.
Not a face could I see
to know who this could be,
was it someone from heaven to haunt me.
Then a whispering breeze,
like the wind through the trees,
I search hard for a face... but still see none.
Straining mental eyes to see,
the phantom still eluding me,
I awake then return to my slumber.
I need to see her.
But try as I might
to return to the site,
there is still not a sign of a figure.
Just a shadowy frame
and it's calling my name
with a voice that's so soft, but no gender.
Could this be a past love
or an angel from above,
sent from heaven to comfort or guide me?
She has been here before,
in my dreams, I am sure,
so is she telling me I can be free?
All too soon this has passed
like a snake through the grass
she just slipped from my dream with no answer.
How I wish this would last
but it's gone, like the past,
and I've felt love I'd long since forgotten.
Now I pray she'll return
to my dreams, and I yearn
to discover if she is my helper.
Or if she's an old love
who has passed up above
and returns in my dreams, being tender.
And I'm still no wiser.
So it is in my day
as I work for my pay,
I recall all these things without prompting.
Some say dreams have a reason
and this too will have its season
until my life is fulfilled, then be forgotten.
And as I strive to carry on, put these words into a song,
I still wonder what it means when we have such vivid dreams.
Are they memories of the past, here releasing us at last,
so that we may now be free to fulfill the life we need,
or is it just a wishful thought that we might live the life we ought?
If so, we should carry on... without question.
At night I lie in my bed, and I ponder.
© Copyright 26 July 2007 Kenneth G Woolcock
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