Waves

The waves crash over me, revealing the memories, memories of a time when things were magnificent, and I believed in angels. For, I got to hold one each night as I’d lay down to sleep, dreaming of days unequal to a splendid life already existing. When storms would surge, you’d spread your wings and protect us each from our burdens, leaving behind nothing but the radiant sunshine, warming our skin, as you always did my heart.