Dreams of Mine

She shocked me with her presence, in a mirror in my dream

She told me to be quiet, so I constrained my scream

All clad in black and gold she was, an angel or a ghost

Lighting up the crumbled rocks of some unworldly coast

She said I was a vessel, creating my own fate

And I could fill my empty heart, with kindness or with hate

The fountain from the youth, she said, still flows inside your soul

To drink from when you were lonely or tired, sad and old

I believe she is an angel, she burned through my darkest dream

And her words have brought me, comfort for so far