Sometimes we are blessed, sometimes an angel decides to touch our soul and we don't know why and it assures us that not everything is bad down here when God have time to touch you with one of His fingers.

I have a friend that I visit in my dreams,
and in those dreams our different ages
doesn’t matter, not between tight friends,
that are on this life book, on the same page.

We are eight decenniums so apart, and yet,
don’t need to shout on our world, onstage
we are the princes in that a fantastic play,
with our mind mysteriously we can engage.

Eli is a little boy, living in is own world,
a world that most of us cannot penetrate,
but that an old man closing is eyes at night
let Eli to come and open his sadness cage.

We never meet, through the mother’s words
he suddenly, like a little angel, he was there,
looking at my sadness gave me a big hug and
whisper in my ear, “all will be good” he said.

Nobody knows how he knows, the truth is,
that we should accept what the Lord gave
as we ask in awe, why me, why any of us can
be, in His eyes, worth of have Eli as a friend.