On water smooth as glass sentinels stand on mirrored floors as they float on life's illusion.

Sweetest Angel

There is a clear and kind heart
I met once in my travels
She spoke of kindness
She smiled
Kissed the wind
She rose above the clouds
She surfed the dreams
She fell and got up
She loved the art of beauty
She was the heart of beauty
I met her I came to care
She accepted my friendship
She gave kind words
And in a kinder world
I virtually adopted her
She is my child
But first she was my teacher
First she taught me to smile
In the face of sadness
She is the sweetest Angel
She is the essence of hope
She is a smile in the surf

© Paul Viel 2005