When angels are given to wings and take flight,
Must I remember there is within the darkness, light
And flows the love to cover me,
It binds my soul and so sets me free.
In being so profound and so unsure,
Unconditional, astounding but pure,
Winged arms coveting me in serenity,
A dream within a dream this may be.
My angel does taketh me in silence,
In flight and in my waking times,
No need to fear his recompense,
Just surety of peaceful climes.
White and gold his light upon my heart,
Carrying me fully, not in part,
Weightless, sure and contented,
Overjoyed to be loved so clearly, I relented.