Wings of An Angel

The light shines bright.

Wingbeats waken me from a slumber,
I didn't know I had fallen into.
I feel safe,
you're here for me,
finally.

I've waited so long,
in oppressive blackness, blankness,
groping around,
falling into traps of my own folly.

You left,
far too soon,
no matter,
you're here now,
finally.

Squinting, smiling,
Feathers fall silently, quietly
At peace, suddenly,
finally.

Borne on the Wings of An Angel.
Are they yours?
Or mine?

A/N: Wouldn't it be nice to have wings?

MR