Letter To My Guardian Angel

LETTER TO MY GUARDIAN ANGEL Wast thou once a little lad- A child with mild eyes that learnt numbers from counting stars? Did thou dance to the divine chants sung to the Holy One when He chose thee to watch over me? Wast thy limbs so frail a thing before thou didst learn the secret art of flight? Wast thou scared of heights once like a fledgeling? What was thy first lay on thy golden harp that made Lucifer stand aside down the pavilion? Sing thou sweetly to me a lullaby like the owl does to the forest. O that thou wilt sing my soul an ancient serenade like the night wind to the moon! Hast thou read the book of about me - The secret scroll with a seal that told my destiny? And tell, are the words in rhymes? Is the ink of molten gold sublime? Dost thou covet the hair of my eyelids to pluck a wisp for thy harp? Till thou come into my night dreams I'll sit here drunk with the strong wine of fantasy and stagger helplessly into thy waiting arms filled with a million answers.