My poet guide angel sings to me,
when moon drifts in diamond sky.
And words float in and out
being a gift I wrap in sentence.

When dreams surface inside
songs hug, that carries blessings.
And memories dance in mind
calling to be scribed.

One word becomes match to ignite prose. One moment in heart a chance
to scribe a map for eyes.
One lifetime to align and feel love
as I play in field of prose.

My poet guide angel comes,
shinning a lantern of love.
It frees me to annoint page
and whisper gratitude for a path
where light and dark is celebrated.