An Angel who is a Stranger

It's a story within a poem and I was inspired by Lang Leav's Angels. 
Added a little element of music as the angel was supposedly a pianist. 


Last night, I went to sleep early,
And the dream took me to a far way land, 
It began reeling nice and perfectly, 
With music playing, a melody so grand. 

A stranger approach me for merely a dance, 
Fingers were on the keys and then he stands, 
Blurry and faceless as I took a glance, 
A bow was given while gently reaching my hands. 

We danced all night as the music sings, 
I was still blind to look of who he might be, 
But behind his back was a pair of wings, 
To my sudden shock, I began to flee. 

 He chased after me, out from the ballroom, 
Wings unused, he ran to grab me close, 
All fears shattered as calm began to bloom, 
Could he be a angel sent, only heaven knows? 

What if he is an angel to save me? 
As I was heavenly broken even in dreams, 
Consumed by a life filled with emptiness and misery. 
Alas, letting my tears run down wildly in streams. 

He caressed my face and present a whisper, 
Of a beautiful lines came straight from the heart, 
I carved a smile, saying "thank you, mister", 
His halo lifted, the angel within him broke us apart. 

Seemed almost surreal yet taught me a lesson, 
A dream which I thought an angel was sent to be a savior, 
Who is he? I don't know. It remains a question, 
Maybe it's him, the boy of my dreams? Yes, he is a stranger.