Indian Summer

INDIAN SUMMER

As uncalled angels brush your form with grace,
And softness settles down around your eyes,
A dream brings smiling beauty to your face.
At that moment I stir you with my sighs,
So quick, a kiss to still those sleeping cries.
Now I use a tear to soften my skin.
This wrinkled barrier, youth dried within,
Now lets a light escape, and though diffuse
And carved in time, it takes to solar wing,
Where new refreshed, it mirrors for our use.