Angels weave a tangled web in my dreams. There's one that never leaves like all the others. He’s tall and his face is blurry. I have only caught a glimpse of his face once. The only thing I can remember is that his eyes were a deep ocean night blue. When he holds me his arms are around me tight like he doesn't want me to go. I have told him things that know one else knows. I have never heard him speak nor do I know his name. All I know is that he is the angel in my dreams. The air in my chest slowly leaks out, as I soon become breathless. By the time I wake up it’s noon. As I lay here the only thing I can think is “Who is that angel in my dreams?” Then I realize......it's you.