My dear Fidon...

I want to share with you a little poem I wrote.

My Angel O' My Angel

In times of trouble I asked for thee

In desperate moments I wished for thee

And now the world has turned

The moon has frozen and the sun has burnt

So why have not thee call upon me?

My Angel O' My Angel

In your wings I found my shelter

Come rainy days, drought or winter

And now the world has turned

The stream stopped flowing and the waterfall stopped falling

So why have not thee call upon me?

O' dear Angel

I would lift the world on one shoulder

With the sun and the moon rested on the other

And stop the tides of night and day

With all that there is to me, be it little as they may

If you so much as whisper it

O' dear Angel

I would gladly cut the earth open

And drink dry the whole ocean

And take air away from the wind

And water away from the stream

If you so much as whisper it

My Angel O' My Angel

Should your wings be clipped and you fall a thousand falls

I shall catch you a thousand times more

Should you lose your halo in deceit and vain

I shall be your guide till you find it again

Should you ever think that your miracle is lost

I shall show you that it is just as it was

If a fool I am then a fool I shall be

For a smile on my angel means so much to me

-If-