I saw an angel on my stair
I asked "what are you doing there?"
His kindly smile betrayed no words
Still I knew in my heart I was one of his herd

I saw him again, up a tree
Smiling, beaming back to me
His locks of flame, his fiery might
Burning softly through the night

I asked him again: what are you doing there,
Angel who appeared on my stair?
he flashed the smile that I revered
And then he winked and disappeared.