WHITE ANGELS

Float down like softly falling snowflakes to
leave golden glow halo kisses upon troubled brows,
a tranquil light shines in the eyes of those touched,
the beating of ivory hearts radiates out in waves,
warm vanilla cloud whisper voices emanate
peace, faith, love, a silent serenity,
as white wings breathe fresh life into faded spirits.

When all the dark things have fallen away,
the purity of the human soul
shines through in all it's rapture,
in dreams immaculate and pristine,
the light burns inside, a luminous re-affirmation
of belief and hope in ourselves and all around us,
reminding us we have always been free,
reminding us anything is possible.

October 1997