An angel appears before an unknowing soul
A smile, a glance, a glare of soft glow
To what this be, this episode I see
To show you the know of the subtle flow
What questions land upon this happened stance
A hand is drawn to point to the world around
Attention raised to the display amazed
A guided tour of the wonder ensuing
This guide, this friend, this winged one like wind
Can I be told of the mystery untold
A soft descend to a level witness
An embrace of kindness like a memoir of hindsight
The mystery unfolds like two blocks touching sides
For the wind unseen is not a wind we see
It is a constanst flowing of other light unfolding
The mystery sought is just one that is wrought
Brought from a gentle heart who knows one who’s lost
Lost in a time, in a place, amidst a maze, lines are traced
The subtle due forces are but a subdueness before us
A melting quagmire amidst a myriad of desire
A gentle glare meets a worried stare
Hands are placed upright, the others placed downright
Right upon the hands of an angel
A friend forgotten, remembered anew
