I heard the voice subconsciously,
Deep within my sleep,
”Wake up, Wake up,”
She called to me,
But I don’t know who she was.

Are they always there,
With us just within their sight?
Do they protect us always from danger,
And from ourselves,
Deep within the night?

I feel an angel’s presence,
Sharing peace with my anxious soul,
But I wonder,
Is she angel or departed friend,
My protector,
Who I cannot see, but often feel?

Growing older;
So hard in so many ways,
But my connection is getting stronger,
As I soar ever closer
Toward my own end of days.
There are people waiting,
And they reveal but little of themselves to me.
My faith tells me that they’re near,
Standing boldly at my side,
And that there is certainly nothing to fear.

Time is an earthly machination,
But I ski the astral plain,
Skirting the edge of the universe,
In a body not subject to pain.
They are a whisper away,
I can see them,
And it is true that, yes, they can see me,
And we’ll ride the universal range together,
When from this worn body I am finally free.

Be it known that I love them,
Even though I can’t tell you their names.
Deep within I know they’re my guardians,
Who have often kept me from the flames.
My body is theirs if they want it,
Any or all of what I have,
For they have served me without ever judging me;
They have given to me all that they have.

But when the time arrives,
I will know them,
Just as they will know me,
And when this life is ended,
I am sure that it is they who I will first see.