angel poem Jessie 30 years Warragul (spiritual love poems)

This
angel sings so quietly
eerily
ghostly,

the wind
spreads its wings
across
the night,

babies are waiting
cold as the grave
for newness
reborn
again and again.

soft fairies
fly upwards
like sparks
from a flower

then,
a sapphire
reflects
the sun
to the Day,

and reminds one
to sing
the angel’s
g’day,

today

(note; even though there appears to be an element of the dark here it is only in the context of rebirth. So we must be willing to transmute the hidden)