They are here
I can feel them
In the stone of the old church
In the fog hanging over the city
There are angels here

Slight glimpses
Soft breezes
A laugh
Floating on the edge of the wind
There are angels here

I saw one once
At first it was dark
Darker than a night without stars
Cold
Colder than a winter without fire

Then bright
So bright it felt as a fire
Then she was there

Tall and fair
With golden curls
A flowing dress
Of silk and dreams

A delicate, beautiful hand reaches out
It grabs mine and I begin to float
Higher and higher
Soul rising
Heart Flying

Then falling
I tumbled down, down, down
The wind whipped my hair
The rain stung my skin

And suddenly I stopped
Feeling the grass
The warmth of Earth

And I rose
I was the angel now