I Talk To An Angel

I talk to an Angel

I do it, sometimes

I talk in a language

that sounds just like chimes

He’s here on my left side

my right’s joining hands

Rain hitting the pavement,

memory resides.

I talk to an Angel

he’s more part of me

his voice in my inside

his eyes always here

He’s gone for a travel

I can’t understand

I walk on the gravel

with flowers in hand

I talk to an angel

I’m sure he can hear.

Is there any father

caressing your head?

Is there any amber?

Is there any shoes?

Is there any guitar?

Light so diffuse?

I’ll lay down these flowers,

look up at the sky,

and talk to my angel,

feel peaceful somehow.