I sit alone in the quiet morning light
listening for a sound, a faint murmur of flight.
I know I've heard a whisper in the past
from my friend whom shall appear at last..
you see, my friend is an angel, thus I know
she'll come again. Perhaps in the glow
of the faint morning mist she'll appear.
Maybe just a sigh of angel wings I'll hear.
I felt her presence the first time I know,
setting here in the early glow.
A very quiet whisper, a movement of air...
I know my angel friend was there.
