I stroll pass the pinnacles of dreams <br />blinded by the moons radiant light <br />that shines down from the heaven <br />on us mortals below tonight. <br />I wander in the darkness <br />but feel no handicap <br />watching the star that guides me <br />across my field of dreams. <br />Heavenly arms stretch out to me <br />from the angel called love, <br />who beckons me to her arms tonight. <br />Within I will find there the warmth <br />until the first rays of morning light <br />shine through the bedroom window <br />and I again must take flight.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-called-love-2/
