In my dreams my guardian angel takes the form of a woman,
Not always the same one. He knows that I, a fleshly creature,
Need a lover’s touch. We don’t make love,
But there is closeness between us, and understanding.
I never believed in the presence of angels, but my dreams have changed,
And when, recently, I found an underground grotto filled with treasure,
And we were moving the sakes together, I asked him
For one more moment of the dream, which gave me peace.
“Guardian Angel” by Czeslaw Milosz