An Angel

To my little star, She twinkles the most in the obscure, somber sky. Though she is found so far, so far, yet she shines gleams happy. Her dust: stardust the little silver powder which was left to me. I was lonely, so was she. At night, I stare at her, brooding about life. At times, the other stars glare at me, because I love, cherish her tremendously I only wish to have an angel. To eradicate past histories of pain, ancient memories of fears. I always wished that she could come and give me company when I needed her the most. Like a sister, like a mother, like a daughter. She would sing me a lullaby, every night. A sweet, soft melody amusing my ears. A chirp, a giggle, a sheer ecstasy. My little star, tiny white dot of the universe which enlightens my world with its tremulous light. And that wish upon a star was conceived. A wave of silvery-blue, brilliant light orbited around my room. Everything seemed to alter: like as if I felt into a reverie. Was it oblivion? No. My angel with white, bright, sparkling wings was right here, on her feet, in front of me. She was real, distinct, made of matter. Blue eyes, pink lips, white barren face just like a fairytale. Striking the crystal clear tears of mine, my angel is here.