An Angel in the Shadows

I sit in the darkness of my garden
The sky is a beautiful ebony color
And the moon shines silver rays everywhere.
I sit on a small bench at the back
Under a weeping willow
As I sit there I look up
And the tree is crying an endless stream of stars.
I feel like they are falling all over my face.
There is barely a breeze but it whispers in my ear.
The night warm but my soul is cold with grief
That my mom had just died. 
Not a million suns could make me warm inside.
Here in my garden I feel totally alone.
Suddenly a small breeze blows
And kisses my cheek.
Then out of the shadows, came a young girl.
I stand up and look at her.
She is very pretty and in the moonlight
She seems to glow.
“Do not be afraid.” She said, “I wish only to talk.
Normally I would sprint back to my home
But there was something about her
That made my heart tingle.
We talked for a while and the more she talked
The warmer my heart got.
“I have to go now.” She said
“Wait, before you go. What is you name?”
I asked.
“Just call me an angel from God” she said smiling.
And she walked into the shadows.
I just stood there for a moment smiling.
The sky was still that beautiful ebony color
And the moon still gave out silver rays
And the weeping willow still cried stars
But I was warm inside
And I knew I would never be cold again.