Wake me up
kiss me through the morning light
send a joyous yellow butterfly
or the whitest feather from the falling sky.
Hidden language of the heart
secrets of the intellectual mind
refuse to admit you have left my side
light workers are suppose to last.
Let go and let God,
open your gorgeous wings and fly
sending earthy prayers for a safe voyage
Guardian angels are supposed to last.
……………….. are supposed to last.
Selfish ego needs to say good bye.