In loving memory of Bill Amend, who
often wrote of angels.
An angel, slowly drifting
in an eyelet cotton sky,
saw a dreamer dreaming,
a teardrop in his eye.
She wiped away the dreamer's pain
with her angel wing,
and as she lulled him back to dreams
he heard his angel sing;
and saw his spirit lifted up
to where the angels soar,
now flying through forever
with his angel, evermore.