LM Montgomery : Dylan Jeffery


As I sleep I have a dream of an angel
approaching me.
She starts to softly speak
her voice as silent as a cloud
as the red sun is basking her in light
and feet above the floating ground
as though the vow of sanctity
and of all simplicity
waves are pounding behind the cliff of solid rock
making sprinkles of shining liquid dash on top of her.
With her luscious hair as free as the sky itself
her sunlit gaze is a mix of beauty and grace
and as I watch I release my sin
the sun goes dim and life returns pouring in
time is none of the essence, only redeeming peace
and night comes kindling back into place.