Dark Angel.

This came to me in October '99 (I was born October 8) with a girl named Megan in Portland, OR at 3:00 am. We were in the car and something made me stop the car by this beautiful old grave yard. Megan and I both saw a white whispy spirit, about 3 feet off the ground. I didn't tell my son about it till the next morning, and when I described how he was dressed, Ozz stood up from the booth we were sitting at and said, "he held his hands out like this", and perfectly showed how we had seen this spirit standing. He had not been with us. He just... 'saw' it. It was just before Megan and I had the experience at the graveyard, that I had this line running through my mind over and over, so Megan said to write it down. She did, and as soon as she did, the next line came to me. I don't write poetry or anything, so I can only say that this came to me, I didn't write it. Most of the last paragraph was written by Ozz, which again sounded like he had been there. Right after the first part of this poem was written, Megan and I were immediately starving, so we drove to get food, and it was on the way back that we saw the spirit. One month later, we moved into the apartments right next to this same graveyard.

Oregon was a very magical time and place for us.