My angel came to me again last week
just at the moment that I needed him.
A voice, that’s all, a voice from out of time,
a voice that poured love into me until
I creaked and shone like a greedy balloon.
I’m beginning to think I imagine him,
as he speaks, but never appears
and always at a time of crisis.
Even Aslan shows his face
now and then. It’s very odd.
I’ve texted him since
but got no answer.
Not Aslan obviously.
I don’t have a number for him.