Angel dreams

 

  Sleeping contentedly,

 In a cloud of what smell’s like juniper berries and cypress trees,

 A crystal clear breeze of mountain fresh air,

The scent wafting over me,

 Like soft dew, waves of pure bliss, caressing my heart,

 As my angel, embraced me,

Enveloping, me, in strong, and tender, arms. 

 Dreaming of floating,

 In a cocoon of cotton wool clover,

The hazy,  mist, which glows around, us. 

Let us fly to the moon and back,

 And watch the sun rise,

 The beams of light shining,

Off your pure white wings,

 Like golden pixie dust,

 Flowing in our wake,

As a twinkling stream of stars.

Let us follow the stars to eternity,

 Sharing beautiful dreams,

 Of wonderful ways.

 Adventures,  of times of old,

 And ancient of days. ~ Seaopal