I've been sitting here, day after day,
With a smile that touches my eyes.
Fingers to the keys, I type words I never say,
Never even breathing the slightest of sighs.
With each thought words go farther,
A river flowing with literary power.
I am an author,
And with these keys, I pass hour after hour.
But stories are not what I create,
In these typed words, there is a world.
There are human lives you cannot sedate,
With love and stories to continually unfurl.
A mother's love,
A warm embrace.
A lonely dove,
An arms race.
Each life created in this world
Is divine to me.
Deep in my computer the stories swirled,
But if only they could truly see.
These are my Digital Angels