Guardian Angel

Angels,Shadows,or whisps of air.

What is it that I see over there?

A luminesant creature glowing bright,

Ethereal in substance, a being of light.

It comes to him and comforts his crys,

With it's soft loving song and deep purple eyes.

Do I really see it? over the baby's bed,

as with loving hand it pats his head.

The child smiles and nods back to sleep,

and nestles into dreamland with narry a peep.

And I sleep too,comforted by the sight,

That there are wonders about,in this dark,dark night.