White doves may pass
in the deep of night
when out from sleep
your tears suppressed
slowly they pass through
moon's soft light
touching consciousness
then out of sight
but leaving sweet tones
from out their breast
a rememberance of one
dream's last delight
to soften the hurt
that makes you weep
and for a moment to lift you
from in your sleep
to reveal the journey
we all come to
I am still your angel
    and live inside of you.