In the realm of whispers, a delicate flight,
Where angels dance in the gentle night.
Minds, like stars, in a vast cosmic sea,
Navigating tides of uncertainty.
Ethereal beings with wings of grace,
Embrace the souls in their tender embrace.
Their silvery touch, a soothing balm,
Healing wounds, bringing calm.
In this celestial ballet of minds,
The elusive truth, the solace one finds.
Amidst the shadows of the mind\'s veil,
Angels guide, their love prevails.
For mental landscapes, intricate and vast,
Can be a labyrinth, a shadowy contrast.
But in their presence, so divine,
Hope and healing intertwine.
In the hushed realm of the mental\'s flight,
Angels guard the fragile light.
A vague, angelic melody to sing,
Of mental health, on hopeful wing.