Gently, gently wake my spirit, <br />like the quiet falling snow. <br />Clear my mind of thoughts and worries, <br />your pure touch hides the black below. <br />If I fall upon your blanket, <br />and push my arms and legs out wide. <br />Then my snow-angel is the symbol, <br />of all my hopes burning inside. <br />Lift me up again to your warmth, <br />your light reflects and burns the eyes. <br />Let this time be filled with hope, <br />till spring breaks through to great the sky.<br /><br />Aleksandra Lachut<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-of-hope/
