Blue Angel

O Blue Angel, you child with wide eyes, daughter of Mother Night and Father Darkness, what marvels you release night after night to my awed eyes, whether I sleep or keep strict vigil. You carry a Dream Bag, heavy with hopes and desires, over the threshold of darkness into our world of light, and with knowing hand you reach and pull forth the dream meant for each of us. Nothing is closer to my heart than this dream. My sleep stretches out to contain it. You sit near me, wide awake despite the late hour, so keen are you for my happiness. Your face arches over my sleeping form, and pours its lovely peace within me. This kindness is displayed everywhere our life takes us, in every turn of fate. But at night it illuminates life abundantly. O Blue Angel, forgive my boldness. Our seers tell us you are the demi-angel of this blue planet. In hushed voices, they say you pour your vital energy into the empty places of our existence, making them shine with your dark force. Our seers lead us in nightly prayers: we praise you, we celebrate you, we thank you. Have I myself ever thanked you with sufficient praise? What songs should I sing, what dances dedicate to your goodness? Should I embrace you, or bow before you? Sweet Spirit, I hardly know you, but I love you. Even if you abandon me and no longer comfort my sleep, I will love you still night and day.