whoa, this just struck me. I was reading over those four lines the angel sang to me. Trying to figure out what they might mean... I remember I was deep in sleep, it was two or three in the morning, back in the times when I would have been dead to the world, so I was really gone, way gone over to the other side. All I remember of the dream was this woman telling me she wrote this song for me ... she was kind of plain Jane, blond hair, I remember I didn't recognize her in the dream, didn't know her, I'm not sure how I knew she was an angel, it was in the dream. I can't remember her voice, or how she sung the lines, except I remember it was slow and beautiful and I was awestruck by her voice. okay, but reading this over, it hit me, would if this angel was assigned to get me through the pneumonia alive. (I should have died, it was ridiculous that I lived through that, that's another story) The dream happened in May, I was healthy enough to return to work, so this could have been mission accomplished for this angel and she was signing off. Look at the words, this song seems to be saying, my time protecting you is finished, but I will treasure the time together until I see you again when you come here where I am... Let the voices of sweet salutation remind me... this could be her in a company of angels greeting my arrival in heaven, and she is saying to herself and me, let this moment of greeting remind me of the time I watched over you, to keep you alive to make it to this moment... Let the reunion of your heart fill the sum inside me... this is an incredible expression of love, we don't get too much of this down here, do we? Let the warmth of your smile wrap around my days... And every day is an anthem that walks along beside me... I can't quite peg this down, if it is looking forward to the time ahead after we are rejoined in the body of Christ, or if maybe she was saying that each day she is waiting and watching the rest of my life on earth, it is special to her? Anyway, pretty cool. It was cool I happened to come across a copy of the cover to a book I wrote this in. (I grabbed whatever was close, it was the middle of the night) The book ended up going to the trash, but I guess I made a copy of the dream song before I tossed it out. How that sheet of paper made it to one of my desk drawers in this apartment in Downers Grove (survived the move from Brookfield and 14 1/2 years of throwing out old files, I try to keep a clean room) ... I never thought about what the dream song might have meant.