11 December 2007

The angel in my music box
Visited last night--
Kissed my cheek and danced with me
Until the dawning light.

The angel wore a satin gown--
Softly sang to me

Smelled of roses--felt like rain.
I closed my eyes to see.

I must go to my music box

Said she to me at last.
Tomorrow night she'll come again,
But until then--the past.

Travis Shillington

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