Sitting in a glade of green

I open myself to the inner workings

And then he arrives.

We converse as old friends

And he teaches me the lesson that I must learn.

Open to self, Open to mind,

But still locked away.

I find myself opening my eyes:

My angel is gone.

For a fleeting moment,

I see the cool ice blue of his eyes

Inside the pupils of my own.

Is he really gone?

Or is he merely Withdrawn…

A part of me?