"Night Angel"
Our angel may come to us from outside of our perceptions or from within. It may wear the face of light or of darkness, the face of a friend or of a stranger, or our own face. In the night the angel of our soul hovers over the liquid pools of our deep dreaming. Contemplating inwardness, it whispers the starlight, the moonlight into the night pools. Angel thoughts call to the bright golden brilliance that lingers below our conscious mind, somewhere in the places we have forgotten, the place of our true self, our true home.
Until the sleeping self rises to meet the night thoughts of its angel and sees beyond the surface into the moonlit sky and the stars waiting.