The white winged angel

I was in a slight slumber at night

When I noticed a little white light

It came from behind a stream

This no longer felt like a dream

I started to walk towards the place

As I saw an image of a face

To my astonishment it was a lady

The most beautiful thing as my eyes could see

I walked up to her and touched her face

It felt so soothing my heart started to race

She had white wings that matched her dress

She touched me back as I felt her soft caress

I asked her name as she disappeared

As I woke I went out to my window and peered

No one was there except for the silence of the night

Nothing left from her but the white light




Poetry by Ariel Bennett
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Written on 2006-12-05 at 22:35

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