Dawn’s own angel

In the swirling spectral dawn,

I see you dressed in gold,

A jewelled crown upon your brow,

Your wings of silver they unfold,

How you glide across the sky,

With grace beyond compare,

Heaven’s breath upon your lips,

Constellations in your hair.


In pursuit of dawn’s own angel,

I strive and fall to my knees,

Amongst a family of white roses,

Surrounding apple trees,

There I gaze in wonder,

As in silence you descend,

With my heart beating like thunder,

So full of love for you my friend.