Angels and Omens

**Angels and Omens**

The face in the lake reflected a smile, and suddenly that silence held even the breeze; perhaps this blue sky that spills a world of dreams that play with the light is made of illusion.

Deep roots rest far down where love still lives, spring and a cry of tenderness that hides what we were and teaches us to be better.

These angels dressed in white are like omens carrying good news in other languages, but the night is the owner of clarity, and life is a map that we have to complete