At night when I sleep, I hear the hurt and pain of heavenly angels as they weep.
I see images as clear as the light of day, they hide here in my head, as I lay here upon this dream filled
bed.
When I'm asleep, I talk as words of un known wisdom flow from my literic mouth.
I hear a choir of angels singing a lonely song of sorrow, for they fear the future of the human race,
they know what come a morrow; thier tear-drops fall from the night like dimonds in the night sky.
In my dreams rainbows spread like God's right hand, stretching across the land, all the colours blended into one,
as I sleep, my head is cloaked in darkness. Waiting for some one to turn the light of angels on.