I walked along a path
where many have not tread
my thoughts were running wild
seemingly I was being lead

By things that I could see
but not where I dared look
they came about in my minds eye
 stored in a magical picture book

I followed in an angels footsteps
To a place not far from here
seeking out a quick release
although from what it was not clear

The path I found myself upon
seemed it would never end
but peacefulness surrounded me
and soon became my friend

It brought me to a clearing
where Angels dared to dance
I imagined that my discovery
had not been left to chance

Watching with tireless wonder
 as they danced without reserve
though I thought to join them
I could not find the nerve

In an instant I was swept away
by gentle hands whose had they been
left alone to slip back into sleep
wondering would I have to wake again

Author: Sharon Schafer