My angel flies to me on silken wings, her spectre floats towards my body like a memory on a breeze, like an unending dream only to be a memory of the night before
I cannot touch her, and yet she can touch me I can feel her touch is upon my soul, my heart, my very breath
She is my comfort; her very presence would calm the wildest sea and tame the raging storm
Her beauty is unsurpassed, her splendour supreme
Oh how long must I dream to be able to feel that vision, to sense her closeness, to caress her body, to feel her presence?
One moment I feel she is near to revealing herself to me
Her mystical passion draws me ever closer to her, reaching out to me in persuasive gestures, I walk towards her in abandoned anticipation and then, as if in a broken dream, she is gone like a puff of smoke from smouldering embers
Fly to me my angel, let me free you from your endless wanderings for I am your defender your protector I am whom you seek
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