The Angel sits silent in the corner.
Waiting for the breath to slow.
Watching for the eyes to glide,
Back and forth smoothly beneath the surface.
Waiting and Watching for the moment.
The seconds which pass into minutes,
The minutes which fade into seconds.
Time is unseen by Angels.
The Angel steps slowly from the shadows.
“Ready for another journey?” He smiles at his friend.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She smiles her knowing smile.
Another journey unfolds
Another adventure foretold.
Another voyage for the soul.
For its just another night