He Is...

Though he is not in this dull world, he is all around me
In the wind, in sunbeams, on my skin, hugging my body.
Nobody knows that he is watches the world and flying free
I am not scared as I know who he is, not just somebody

He is out this realm and can’t be touch, he is my angel.
Everywhere I go he is with me caressing his pale hands
Protecting me with his white wings, his bright halo, no archangel
he is, god’s angel. Looking over whilst I sleep with the man that brings the sand.

He is flying towards the sun looking for his, corner of the sky.
I feel him in the sting of every pure raindrops on my face.
Dancing in space with the bright, shining stars underneath I lie.
I’m heartbroken to think about him with his carry case.

He is upon the soft clouds in heaven, where he should be...