The Sparkle in Her Hair

My heart beat quiets down to a soft lull
As I dream of what once was and will be
As my body rocks slowly against the hull
As the ship of imagination goes quickly to sea

I see an Angel close her wings and fall
Her body plunges as she picks up speed
It is not to me that she does call
But the fallen and the desperate in need

I see a sparkle in her curled mess of hair
And try to reach out to grasp it close
Will the silvery glitter answer my prayer
Or will my dreams become a ghost

I strain my body and grasp her wing
As the Angel slips by her face slowly turns
Once she opens her mouth she begins to sing
And the blood in my veins begins to burns

I feel the heartbeat of the earth not my own
And I hear whispers of people I will one day know
I feel like I am falling in the twilight zone
She looks upon me and I begin to grow

Not grow physically but on the inside
My heart and head learn much from her
My body begins to swell with a new pride
My vision of reality begins to blur

I know what I must do and what I must say
I need to reread my lines and relearn my fate
In order to keep my pasts demons at bay
Before they can make me come to hate

My life is my own to keep as I drift back
The realness that is now I am the master
For love and compassion is not something I lack
But to be taken advantage of is the disaster