ANGEL IN MY DREAM I HAD NEVER KNOW THE ANGEL HAS NO WINGS ALL MY LIFE I PAINT THEM AND FOR THEM I SING BUT THE ANGEL WAS THAT BEAUTY WHICH UNBORN HER FACE WAS IN THE DARK HOLY SILVER MOON HER HAIR WAS THE NIGHT WHICH HAD NEVER MET THE NOON HER EYES Were THE COLOUR OF MORNING VALLY's TREES THERE WERE... Sign in to see full entry.