By

MICHAEL JOHNS

In my dreams she comes to me,
White wings and a halo glistening.
She is my salvation in this world,
She is the one that opens the door.
To peace is where she leads,
With golden glitter and sparkling beads.
Her beauty is surpassed by none,
Her presence only felt by some.
In my dreams she comes to me,
As she does I bow to thee.
I want to thank god here and now,
For the angle has kissed me upon my brow.