ART  MUSIC  POETRY

Lying alone in my bed
In sleep's warm embrace,
Under the soft cover of dreams,
Tucked in from the real world,
From cold, hard reality,
I once turned my head
When an angel, it seems,
Appeared in its stead
Fleshed out there before me.

With bright loving eyes
Only inches from mine,
I said to her softly
As I tell in this rhyme:

You are the best thing
That's happened to me
In a very long time!
You are the very best thing
That's happened to me
In a very...long...time.