Far away on a billow <br />an angel lays down his head <br />upon a cloud-tufted pillow <br />with a sky-line for his bed. <br /> <br />A shroud of star-glow around him <br />and the moonlight's impending ray. <br />Misty evening light grows dim <br />as dusk overtakes the day. <br /> <br />Sweet love enclosed in his breast <br />with never a thought of sorrow. <br />The little angel takes his rest. <br />Sweet dreams to hail tomorrow. <br /> <br />Petite roses in his cheeks, <br />a crimson blush upon his lips; <br />and though his heart never speaks, <br />it is shown in morn's eclipse. <br /> <br />I love my little angel, mine. <br />He is such a beautiful sight <br />drifting on high beyond the brine, <br />free of the bounds of night. <br /> <br />Little angel with dove-white wings <br />sends a tender kiss to me. <br />A choir of heaven's angels sings - <br />a song that sets me free. <br /> <br />I cannot see his gold-lit curls - <br />his pathway of love and light <br />sending love to all little girls <br />that have wept within the night.<br /><br />Linda Marie Van Tassell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-angel-3/
