She woke up to see the morning sun sigh,
The clouds stained with shades of grey dye,
At a distance, she heard the poignant cry of her angel,
She looked on to see a window tainted with tears.
As the clouds rolled in dark and mysterious,
She wept in vain for an answer for her trails,
And then she heard that proverbial voice whisper,
Hold on to my arms, I’ll never let go, my dear.
It still hurt, but the voice whispered on,
Hold on to my hand, I’ll help you keep going on,
She felt a strange magical sensation take over,
And her body and mind, electrified with hope.
She felt a caress of hope, wipe off her pain and misery,
She opened her eyes eagerly to see her Angel’s embrace,
There was neither an angel nor a cupid in sight,
For the angel was gone, back into its faraway place.
