My Angel

Footsteps beside me, 

Made me aware,

They followed me closely,

I know you are there.

The grass It was moving,

You're footsteps were clear,

Invisible friend,

Why are you here?

Are you my Angel,

To check I'm OK,

Or my friend that I've lost,

Along the way.

The footsteps then stop,

They knew I'd be fine,

My friend or my Angel,

Thanks for your time.

Reviews

[Stanley Wilson]

lovely poem enjoyed it

[Heyns]

Beautiful. I've always felt that there is something other than me near me, and this so accurately portrays that!