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A FANTASY, I’M SURE
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A FANTASY, I’M SURE
They tell me to still my mind
and I will feel an angel hover near my heart,
reaching out to my spirit,
helping to carry me through another day.
But I have never seen
nor felt
the power of an angel.
I’m told by some who say they know,
that angels all have wings.
So I close my eyes to see this glory,
to feel the whisper against my cold cheek,
to be enveloped by the softness
and feel the anguish wilt away,
set me free again
and let my heart soar to music and color,
and people and life once more.
"Trust”, my people say.
“Trust the angels. They are always near.
Freely give your heart, your inner self to the spirit.
Let the light come through you.”
But I have never seen
nor felt
the power of an angel.
DREAMS
How far can the caged bird fly?
He lifts his wings,
reaching up,
his heart is free.
He tries to go,
but steel bars hold him ever low.
How high can the caged bird fly?
Through clouds and winds
to tops of trees.
Close the eyes,
feel the pull of changing air currents
lifting him ever higher
to the top of the world
and the edge of the universe.
and the edge of the universe.
In his dreams.
