In the quiet of the night, they softly sing,
Angelsâ whispers on gossamer wings,
Their voices weave through the cool, calm air,
A celestial chorus, beyond compare.
Guiding lost souls with luminescent light,
They dance in the shadows, hidden from sight,
With gentle hands, they mend broken hearts,
Stitching together each shattered part.
Their presence felt, though seldom seen,
Guardians of dreams and all things serene,
In times of sorrow, they bring sweet grace,
An ethereal touch, a warm embrace.
Beneath the stars, their vigil they keep,
Watching over us, as we sleep,
In every tear, in every sigh,
Whispers of angels softly fly.