I Saw an Angel by My Bedside Last Night
In the hush of twilight’s shroud,
An angel, draped in whispers, stood proud.
With wings uncurled, like shadows cast,
A light that beckons from realms vast.
Her eyes, two stars in eternity’s dome,
Chanting hymns of a celestial home.
With silver threads of moonlit grace,
She weaved devotion in this sacred space.
I fell to my knees, hearts intertwined,
In a world where mortal and divine are aligned.
Where dreams and faith waltzed upon air,
And immortality danced—free from despair.
“Celebrate the breath,” she tenderly spoke,
“For every heartbeat is a radiant cloak.
Embrace your darkness as part of the whole;
Let the night cradle your fervent soul.”
The shadows quivered but held no fright,
For I saw an angel by my bedside last night.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 