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My Angel
Angels form a circle in my mind.
Their white and gold robes reflect cold moonlight.
It shines on me, suddenly chilling the atmosphere around me.
They speak to me in a language I have not yet learned.
I try to comprehend this chorus but my ears and brain will not allow it.
One angel approaches me. He is my savior.
He lifted me high above everyone else and kept me there.
On a pedestal I stood with the world at my feet.
I floated for a while until the helium wore off.
I walked away in the frigid air that he created.
The morning sun will defrost the night
not till tomorrow will the high will be rejuvenated.
I will float again and walk on clouds.
I will again see my dark angel.
I read My Angel. It is a very good poem in my sight.