I see an angel,
an angel of love.
She lifts me in her arms and
lets me be as free as a dove.
She carries me to a place,
of blue rivers and green trees,
where I can dance, where I can sing,
where I can be free.
in this place,
I see a golden light,
my hand reaches out,
hoping for some of its might.
My hand grows warmer as I walk closer,
I smile for I know I am almost there,
but then I wake up and
know the light shall never be mine.
Trapped in this room,
in a life unimagined by me.
I remain bound, unsure how to break free.
I close my eyes and wait for my angel to come.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy