I saw an angel in the air,
as I sat here on my floor.
All I could do was blindly stare,
as she flew in through my door.
I couldn’t help but see my life
flash before my very own eyes;
all the world sparkled in turn,
and the pain I had, gone and burned.
She took my hands, and we flew away,
soaring through the starry space.
I had no idea where we’d find ourselves,
though I wished not for her to tell.
We roamed and roamed the outer sea
of what I thought to be a memory.
It was so clear, so much like reality,
but I knew it was only a dream.
Though, how could I truly tell?
Perhaps my mind had drifted down a well,
and found itself through an open door,
upon what I thought to be my floor.
And the angel in the air
was a lost and distant friend—
a curious girl I knew who’d care
‘til the very, very end.