When forever lands on one's lap,
Ever ready to tread along,
When to one's ears, with gentle flap,
Wings come perching where they belong,
All is so clear, all is so true,
All comes to play from the get go.
All signs are here to say to you,
Now ends your journey in solo.
It's so uncommon in essence,
Words are exchanged without a sound.
And angels shine in their absence
For in the air sweet bliss abound...