From my safe haven
Thrust amongst
Sights and sounds unknown
Calming angels harp gone
Voices once soft and gentle
Now seem boisterous
From my cocoon of angels wings
Now harsh reality of a cold world
Sights and sounds unknown
Unprepared I still came
The child you wished
In time my wings unfurled
I shall find my safe haven
Amongst sights and sounds unknown
RCLane 4/21/ 2008
Author notes
No one can really say what lies in our dreams. Even as adults we sometimes struggle to understand, Time and love are the only real answers.
As a youth I was followed by a headless ghost for years till we moved to a different house it never returned after that. My Grandmother always told me that it was my Guardian Angel and that is way I never saw a "face" If I had my time was near.
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- Night Terrors by deadheartedkitty.
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