It was just the bright blaze of light Blinding, between wooden blinds That suddenly gave me inspiration After only a moment of hesitation Ressurected memories of all kinds Of that angelic figure, all in white
Spirit beings aren’t normal things Why this image, I really can’t tell Perhaps it’s an icon of redemption Or hope for a timely intervention Even some magic that casts a spell Yet I sense the peace it now brings
Some think it might be a revelation Such that I’ll gain an understanding Of who I am, and what is yet to be But is it a mere daydream or reality Or are my perspectives expanding Yet know that it was no invocation
I suspect it’s sunlight playing tricks Such images, they do come and go Yet certainly is a sight worth seeing What looked like an ethereal being I don’t deserve such a visit, I know Maybe I’m overdue for my daily fix