I walk closer to her.

I am in such reverence and respect.

Slowly she becomes more and more

beautiful - more and more alive.


Is this what happens when you get

close to someone?


With the wisp of the wind and the

breath of an angel she says, “Tell me

your dreams. Whisper them so only

the angels can hear them, and I will

watch over them and help you never

to forget them.”