Upon my tranquil form, so motionless
My angel's touch is a cradle of mist
I try to whisper but start to regress
Into my world of dreams that have been missed
But words elude me, and I can't ignore
The sweet lullaby some angel will sing
Has he been resting beyond my door?
Will he guide me to what daylight may bring?
I try to ask the questions as I fade
Into the deep realms of midnight slumber
But wanting to know more, I stay awake
And lie there in the stillness and wonder
My angel answers quietly so near
"To sleep for you is not why I am here"
*Inspired by Kristin's original sonnet
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