Reality In The Mind

Angel of death, my dear friend,
You have always lingered near.
Sometime after flying,
After soaring through a starry night,
I rest with you, so that I may sleep as
Consuming fire is dimmed
To the tone of candle light.

Angel, my best girlhood friend,
I wonder, is lying in the grass,
Talking to you alright?
The demons are on the outside
When I am with you in the church and
I love your way of reminding me of
The beauty in the gift of life.

– Krystal Smith