Midnight stalking, so fresh and free,
upon a dream there came to thee,
Both thy eyes like moonlit glass,
fade within thy painted path,
Came an angel, pure and fine,
said "hey dreamer" "its come time",
God called on me to get you through,
my new assignment, surely you,
Both my eyes like moonlit glass,
glared and stared at thy worn path,
I looked at thee, and she at me,
supple shadows, and poius breeze,
fine as mass, she shared thy night,
I, so grim, thy looked like fright,
mighty forces, I could not look,
she beared the words, within my nook,
"time has come" she plainly said,
but, Oh' as I , thy was not dead,
"mistake", I shouted,
and scared my soul,
"Oh, lost spirit, its time thee go"
fine as mass, I took thy hand,
flew with thy angel to netherland,
if I'm dead, why do thy see,
she simply giggled "its time to be",
to netherland, I scared thy soul,
"to be" was I, so please let go!

Written By: Valerie Pearson
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