By Aileen on 05/09/2009
I reach up to touch your golden wings
"Carry me with you, take me away," I say,
Wishing that you will say yes.
You turn, shining you angelic light upon me.
"Sweet child, it is I who needs you,
Not you who needs me. Sweet child,
I cannot take you away, I have given
My wings for you." I look
Into you perfect eyes, while mine
Fill with tears of dispair.
"How couls you give up your wings for me,
When I don''t even deserve to have you
Look upon my scared, imperfect face?"
I say the tears rolling uncontrolably now.
"Sweet child, your utter belief in your
Imperfection is what makes you so worthy,"
His wings fall away in an unseen wind, feather
By delicate feather, showing him as an almost
Human, no longer golden and shining,
No longer angelic and special, only plain,
Scared and pocketed, as though it had
Always been that way.
"Sweet child, take me away, protect me
From hurt and harm, and you will recieve
The perfection you have longed for, you
Will be taken away from all that wishes
To harm you, and you will recieve
The love and care you have never recieved."
Tears fell like a waterfall from my eyes
With each word he spoke, wishing I could
Believe everything he said, I stopped
Crying, as though I shut a water pipe in my
Mind, i stood striaght and tall,
Looked my inperfect Angel in the eye,
I said "No, I don''t need your help."
He smiled down at me, "Sweet child,
For that I shall take you away,
For that I will carry you with me."
He unfolded his now pure white wings and he
Took me away, carried me with him
To my new paradise, my new home,
Far, far away from here.
Far away to where I truly belonged.
© By Aileen On 5/9/2009 6:39:50 PM