somebody’s angel

 

 

why aren’t you somebody’s angel?

you should be the answer to the prayer

whispered up to the night blue sky

as the dawn winds begin to blow

you should come to greet her in the bed

with the first rays of sunlight

playing across hair spread on the pillow

eyes kissed lightly as she sleeps

lips brushed tenderly

so as not to wake her

the one who comes in the night

when your name passes from barely parted lips

on silent breath as she searches through dreams

to find herself in your arms

the midnight chill is chased from her skin

as you watch her sigh in the moonlight

 

can you be somebody’s angel?

could you be a prayer?

an answer, a promise,

a glimpse of possibilities?

 

I watch you from afar

a look, a whisper, a touch

harboring fantasies I wouldn’t tell anyone

let alone you

even though you occupy my thoughts

because you should have been an angel

but I’m not worthy of your grace