FLY
~ as performed by Celine Dion
Fly, fly little wing
A DREAM OF ANGELS ~ by Christine
Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
I had a dream of angels,
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again
Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this mem'ry bittersweet
Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won't forget
Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light
Of feathers and clouds on high.
I traveled up to heaven
Through the clear blue crystal sky.
I saw him standing at the gate
With white feathery angel wings.
He smiled at me and nodded.
Then the clouds began to sing.
The light that glowed behind him
Came from a sacred special place.
His halo gathered in the light
And it glowed upon his face.
My heart was filled with so much joy
That can never be described.
As he reached out and took my hand
I said..."I guess I must have died?"
He smiled but then he shook his head
"No, it's just a glimpse of where I live.
It's not your time, you must go back
Please accept this gift I give."
He held me closely in his arms
And we flew off through the air.
He lay my head upon a pillow
And he gently stroked my hair.
He placed a kiss upon my forehead
And told me always to believe.
Then tears began to fill my eyes
Because I had to watch him leave.
Then I awoke and realized
I wasn't dreaming like before,
And right there on my pillow
Was the proof that it was more.
I reached out to touch the proof,
Knowing we had been together.
For there upon my pillow was.....
A lone white angel feather.
© 2006 - Christine Ross
AN ANGEL IS SLEEPING
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Sometimes in my mind
I go back to that place
Where death came to visit
And life was erased.
It's late afternoon
And the sun's going down.
I open the door
And I know what I've found.
An angel is sleeping,
There's an absence of breath.
No need to tip toe,
Sound won't waken death.
I look at that face
And I kiss that sweet cheek.
Nothing is normal.....
There's a reason to weep.
But sometimes in my mind
I go back to that place
Where death came to visit
And life was erased.
It's early morning,
The sun's coming up soon.
I open the door
And go into the room.
An angel is sleeping,
There's no need for breath
In that place of forever
Where there's no more death.
I look at that face
And I kiss that sweet cheek
Everything's normal.....
No reason to weep.
© 2010 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
MEMORIAL ANGEL WINGS
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