An Angel's Wing

Engulfed in wings of white, and wind below
my dark and drooping lids, I lie collapsed
in warming feathers’ luminescent glow.

I’m carried upward by the soaring wind
into an open sky that with us sings;
Enlightened more, the higher we ascend.

At last, the nightmare ended, and perhaps
I am awake, though eyelids ever closed--
to linger in a momentary lapse.

Yet here we are, my angel not with wings,
but no less handsome, smiles as a friend--
“Follow me, and see what dreaming brings.”