A poem about a dream. Or was it?
One Christmas Eve some years ago
While I prepared to go to bed
I heard a sound from outside
So I went to check instead
It was a small voice singing
It was an angel I was sure
No other voice could sound like that
Its strains so soft and pure
His sandy hair was tousled
His eyes were warm and brown
And in the spot where he was standing
Light was all around
I stood staring in amazement
Until the end of his sweet song
Then as quickly as he’d come to me
The little boy was gone
I awoke on Christmas morning
Thinking of what I had seen
I brushed it off as nothing
…it must have been a dream
But when I peeked out of my window
To where he’d stood just hours ago
Left there from the night before
Was an angel in the snow
Oh lanne, what a beautiful and touching piece! I too posted an angel poem today, in very different colors. This is so near and dear to my heart. I doubt many of you here know as it’s not been used awhile, but Angel is my nickname. A beautiful flowing ballad with such sweet imagery and a lovely story is this well written piece. 
-M
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