See into the night as the Angels fly,
watch them float over you
deep into the sky.
With the children praying
on the side of their beds,
the angels are there
to hold up there sleepy heads.
And with every wish a child speaks,
he hears the window as it creaks.
As the child opens his eyes,
hands still tight.
He looks out the window
and sees a most beautiful sight,
he sees his angel,
the one in his dreams.
Oh how the cerulean sky
Brings out her unblemished wings.
He then speaks to her
in a serene voice;
"I guess dreams really do come true,
to see someone as beautiful as you.
And now I do believe in angels.
I know at least theirs one."
She then leans closer
and kisses his cheek.
He wants to say something
but he can not speak.
He just smiles
as she goes back into the night,
he watches her
till she moves far, far, out of sight.
He then looks up deep into the sky,
and sees them all flying by.
And in wonderment
the little boy says;
"I guess there really is
such a thing as angels,
Some just fail to open there eyes."
