And as I close my eyes to dream
my angels voice begins to sing
I cannot move my eyes closed still
angels voice is very real
around my room I feel her here
a glow that warms my deepest fear
a voice from earth I’ve heard before
a voice I know, of that I’m sure
dreams on dream my dreams are me
the voice I hear
as angel sings
now she’s silent
now she’s gone
now she’s upsent
now its dawn...
until next time.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
Offline) - Published: April 18th, 2024 04:34
- Category: Reflection
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Never drive faster than your Angel can fly. 😇
Thank you dear A.P 🌹
Just looking out for my poetic Sister across the pond. 😉👍
Each for their own when it comes to bedtime, Teddy.
For you, peace and tranquility.I'm both happy and envious for/of you.
Oh I love a big slumberbash 🤣 so kind of you to come by dear Dave, thank you. 🌹
May you always be blessed by a visit from your Angel Teddy. I hope it is the voice of your mum that you hear. Have a glorious day.
I was thinking it was my mother whilst writing but actually I have more than one. Thank you my dear Cassie. 🌹
lovely .. let there always be a next time ............................. 🌹
... Definitely thank you beautiful friend. 🌹
Such a pleasant though or dream as opposed to those moments paralyzed by sleep where one feels something dreadful is approaching. A most lovely vision of the peacefulness of sleep.
"And as I close my eyes to dream
my angels voice begins to sing " A great line that sets the tone.
Thank you my dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Beautiful. So calming.
Thank you dear Thomas. 🌹
I am sure that your angel will be always with you Teddy.😍
Andy
I have them around, thank you dear Andy. 🌹
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