Sleeping Angels

The sky is a painting dark;

The clock has just struck five

The stars have not yet left their mark

On the ebony canvas, barely alive.

The sound of silence echoes through

the houses that are asleep.

The only thing one can do

is dream a slumber deep.

Sleeping angels do awake, their wings

fluttering their sweet dreams away.

The bells in heaven ring,

God is asking for them to pray.

The sounds of Earth awakening, the angels hear,

for now humans do not have dreams to fear.