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A Guiding Angel

I came in, she was there, and past her I floated, my mind a little trippin
What does it mean, what I wanted to see? It had not yet begun, yet I was a having such fun
Don't rush, no need, there is time to for what you're here to see.
Come up, sit down, sly smile, does she know?
Way up high she touches sky, for the trolls she does her show.
Waiting, watching, does she know? I think she does, it seems she's waiting.
Go away dark, errant ray, it's time to find whats to say.
It started out normal but that was not to be, I began to speak and ran on my way.
The lips moved with no inhabition, talking as if to some psych clinician
Telling the truth as I thought that I'd seen it, she watched, smiled and nodded agreement
On and on I ran till I knew it was time, I had to find out whence she came
A small planet I'd guessed in a galaxy where this was sane
She laid it before me in it's surrealistic glory
A healer of shakras, a mystic seer of auras
And it all seemed to fit as she laid it before us
I knew I was right, from the show to the spirit, the cool crazy night
Time to press in, soft gentle warm skin
Eyes closed, arms tight, I see fire within
Tonight I have felt the peace and the shame and I see once again that my truth still remains.

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