Monday, April 19, 2010

ANGEL IN THE STORM


When the storms blew,

It brought along my wishes and my dreams too...

It was hazy; difficult to see through...

Then she uttered words of clean clues...

I caught my floating dream,

An angel of golden gleam...

She is sweet nectar, creamy cream...

Prettier than the moon in silent stream...

Brighter than the stars in a reflecting screen.

In her i found joy,

Found the thing that heals my void...

She is you,

And you are her...

You are that angel i found in here...

The beautiful dream i caught in the air..