An Angels Wing
Her voice is a quiet wind,she brings me into where I've never been.
She shares the light; there in it lies within her heart,
takes my mind into view, that revealing soul
and guides me into her way.
I have been too physical; my ship has long been at sea.
Now before me, she signals, guiding me back to shore.
How graceful a hand, profound, an Angels wing I feel.
It moves me toward her, in that gentle smile, understanding now, where I must be,
so that I may remain again upon her 'morrows.
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