The Angel

I play the music quietly today
Better to drown out my thoughts
As I ponder
How wings are attached
To the backs of angels
The better to assure
That yours are never taken
Like so many before you.
I would defend you
And let them scoff
At the idea of a beast
Protecting a beauty,
An angel,
You.
For what am I but a life
That will pass
As a wind through the grass
Or perhaps like a hurricane
Far less graceful
And loved by none.
Only the thought of a change
Keeps the candle of my life
And heart
Aflame,
The chance that maybe the angel
Will smile kindly on me.
It doesn’t really matter
How wings are attached
To the backs of an angel.
I only wonder so that I may
Be closer to you
By keeping you in my thoughts.
Curse my rhythm
Or lack thereof
I am but a plague.
And you,
You are the inspiration,
Softly spinning grace,
A candle held firm in the wind,
An angel,
With wings on your back.

May your wings stay intact.