In the still of night I had a vision~
of walking down the wooded path~
in the forest of dreams.
And there in my arms~
I carried an angel~
cradled against by breast.
I looked upon his innocent face~
and saw my smile reflected back in his eyes~
and I sighed with contentment.
My hopes and dreams~
were wings on his back.
He would not be bound to the earth.
In his eyes I saw love~
a promise of answered prayer~
and a legacy all my own.
But my angel faded away~
before my very eyes~
my empty arms heavy with his memory.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder~
and a voice of comfort at my ear~
bidding me no sorrow.
"What you had was a sweet dream~
Don't ask what could have been~
For it shall one day be."
"For as with all dreams,
that are sometimes lost,
They always return to us."
And so my heart was bathed~
in the healing balm of my tears~
and I knew that my angel was at peace.
It was there on the wooded path~
That I loved a angel that came from me~
An angel that I will soon hold again.
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The Compassionate Friends