My Angel

An angel floated overhead, With such soft gentle eyes, I lay entranced upon my bed, 'Is this like when one dies? ', The notion flashed quick through my mind, How was it he was here, Why was he hovering, I was inclined, To ask, but I in fear Did not have courage to move or speak, I seemed completely dumb, There was no way that I could seek An answer, I felt too numb. He spread his wings and flew away, The mists rolled in above, And I sensed that I just had to pray, My heart was filled with love. I raised my head and looked around, And then suddenly I knew It was a dream and with awareness, found My angel had been you! © Ernestine Northover