Angel’s Song

We are just a tiny flock

you and I;

I feel safe here,

for you are the one who holds me.

Nestled here in your hair

I am loved;

you are holding me.

In the morning

when I hear you stirring

my heart pounds with excitement.

You are coming

to open my door,

coming to hold me.

Then from your hands

come smells and tastes,

and colors and shapes

I cannot begin to count.

Up and down

and back and forth

all day I dance

on my small stage

just to please you,

to hear you sing to me,

so I can sing back, too.

When dark comes

and you shelter me again

I want to tell you

how full of love my heart is,

how every night

I dream of having hands.

I want to

but I cannot say

I want to hold you, too.

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