The meadow was so sweet Our stile where we sat our retreat When her longing lips met those so willing of mine. Yet a cloud of unconsciousness Overcame reality, The darkness of the day revealed Inside one’s head a busy mind, Then a soft voice from a distance Echo’s throughout the confusion. A face appears I thought I recognized Saw a little girl her hair white as snow Yet in a fragment of time she was gone, Through the haze materialized An Angel in a gleam of light so bright A touch upon my face a gift so powerful, Tender love in its purist etiquette Ran through my entire body, To awaken me to reality Another chance this celestial gave to me If only to say one last time. Goodbye! © Harry J Horsman 2013