Saint Patrick's Angel
Sometimes I awake and then realize I'd rather be dreaming Sometimes I cannot face these tears left streaming Stillness stuns my belief that you are really gone. Without relief, I question the purpose of my grief And why I have suffered without you for so long. Angels laugh in the hidden place we crave, Within a crystal grotto and a secret cave. They know you are free to play on a dusty day They remind me that everything must be okay... Written on St. Patrick's Day, March 17, 2021 JJG