Angels

My doctors are great angels,

with such soft gentle eyes,

and great minds.

I lay entranced upon my bed,

'Is this like when one dies? ',

 my mind sink into the green Ocean,

how was it he was here,

why was he hovering, I was inclined,

to ask, but I in pain

Did not have strength to move or watch,

I seemed completely in dream,

there was no way that I could speak

An answer, I felt too numb.

He spread his wings and flew away,

The mists rolled in above,

and I sensed that I just had to pray,

"A Di Da Phat" I said

my heart was filled with love like the red tulip.

I raised my head and looked around,

and then suddenly I knew

It was a dream and with awareness, saw

my angels had been my doctors!