In a nightmare
I wake up next to an angel.
Wings as white as
Midsummer day clouds

Reaching all horizons,  
Rendering us
Centre of all.

Face; that of pure
Unconditonal love.
Warmth like a mother's
Arms shaped around
Own infant
Vulnerability.

I cry out, then inhale
In comfort, opening my
Eyes to reality's relief;
It is you there,

After all.