Angel Guardian

In the still of night, between the sheets, she came to me again, her mission clear, I must adhere—and let the dream begin My fears and doubt she then ignored, and covered both with dust, to mask the past and future lies, whose weakness I entrust In the dimming light her wings were spread, as sheet and blanket flew, and from her back, a world estranged—from what I thought I knew She burned my eyes and entered deep, to places I had banned, and far within what I’d become—she let go of my hand Now looking back, I see the dust, it marks my entry clear, and covers up my last denial—and buries every fear The dream to end, my soul to mend, new eyes to open wide, but when they close, my spirit knows—the truth now sleeps inside (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)