ANGEL

In my dreams you bade

goodbye as you hold my hand
you smiled as i cried.

I can hear your voice
but i just don't understand
words that slowly fades.

I always knew that
you'll be gone, like most of them
just a passerby.

The dream is for real
the wind sighs your epistle
that warmly farewells.

Sky is painted in black
heaven trickles, i ponder
if you will be back.

written for Anne-Jellica, who's like a daughter to me