When I feel alone or afraid, I start talking… to my angel.

It’s possible that he’s not really there.

That in reality, I’m just talking to the air.

But sometimes, in the early morning light,

Words of wisdom come to me from another sight.

Mostly the words speak from common sense,

Like someone can see me clearly through a spiritual lens.

And even though I’ll make mistakes,

He’ll guide me through life’s small and large quakes.

Here’s to you, my beautiful angel man.