My Writings

The Angel In My Dreams


Her eyes turned to me.
I saw those twin stars and I knew that my heart was no longer my own.
She had taken it, and I had given it up willingly.
She stood up.
I saw an angel standing there; in a T-shirt and jeans.
Her face a portrait of angelic beauty.
She walked toward me, each step taken with the grace of a fairy.
She sat down across from me.
I felt her gaze, and looked up; she was smiling at me.
Suddenly, I awoke from my dream.
I looked beside me and saw my lover.
Moonlight poured through the open window, illuminating her face.
There lay my angel.
I saw her in a different light now.
The moonlight shining on her hair, giving it the luster of diamonds.
Her lips drawn into a thin line of delicate perfection.
The sensuous curves of her body outlined by the shadows.
The angel of my dreams was beside me.
She stirred and opened her eyes, and once again I felt her gaze.
I awoke to the wind on my face.
I looked beside me, my bed was empty, I was alone.
I looked at the night sky through my open bedroom window.
In the blackness, I saw twin stars.
I turned from the window, there she was.
In the doorway stood the angel from my dreams, wearing a T-shirt and jeans.





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