The Angel of my Dreams

I’ m haunted by an angel
She shows up in my dreams
She always is as old as me
At least, that’s what she seems
Her eye’s, they warm and melt my heart
Her words are gentle streams
Her lips are red as crimson roses
Her hair, as smooth as velvet
Her skin, too, looks soft and smooth
I wish I could’ve felt it
When she cries she’s in my arms
Her tears fall on my shoulders
For when she’s weak, I’ll hold her still
With arms as strong as boulders
And then her eyes look up at me
So soft and damp, yet bright
She slowly still, closes her eyes
And I know the world is right
I bring my lips closer to hers
My heart is pounding fast
But then I hear a sharp-made noise
And know this dream won’t last
I wake up in my soft-made bed
Not with sorrow, but a grin
For though I am not by my angel
I will see her again