Who I Am

A flower is wilting In the black of night, Hidden in a crevice Away from sight. The most beautiful creation, Never to be seen, Touched by seamless water In the deep, dark underneath. The sunlight couldn't reach it; Not even a shadow roams. This pale, lonesome flower: Such elegance it holds. Oh, how I long to find you To bring you back to life, To gaze upon your innocence When I have lost all of mine. The flower has wilted. Gone, never to return. It was the only flower: The most beautiful on earth.

"Life is difficult!" I cry out tonight, So an angel from heaven Is sent to be by my side. He swoops down on mighty wings Amidst tumultuous skies. Black forces, pent up and waiting, Strike him down as he flies. In my dream, I see him. I open up my eyes. An angel stands there bleeding, Injured and dying. "Yes, life is difficult," The angel lets me know. "You are stronger than me: You have a human soul." "You can repair my wounds; You can restore my life; You can keep me safe Until I'm well and right." The way to keep an angel safe Is to close your eyes and dream, So I lay back to sleep While he rests right next to me. In my dream, I watch over him Rather than him watching over me. I touch his hand and feel his pain. I see visions of him as a man. "You are in love with this man. He's a reflection of my light. Someday, you'll be together, But not in this lifetime." As I heal the angel, I