Angel in the Wings
In my youth I walked in a sleep,
I saw the birds, the mountains, and heard the bleating of the sheep,
Each day passed into the next,
Young and dumb with nothing on my brain but sex,
I didn't stop to smell the roses,
I didn't hang with my peers and stop to take pictures with funny poses,
I didn't risk my pride singing on the stage,
Many a desire passed me by, betrayed by the hormones and fear that come with a young age.
Then I met a demon in a bar at the age of twenty two,
My eyes saw light for the first time, I finally tasted the life of the water, I smelt the sweetest in the air of burning sage,
I stayed with the demon for a time,
Some moments grew dim while others were serendipitous and sublime,
The demon and I eventually parted ways,
Its final gift, an understanding of loss, sadness, and bitter rage.
I wandered for a time, a city wide ghost haunting the streets for respite,
Adventures ensued with a cat, a lady of the dessert and a two headed cobra, though they brought me little delight,
One drab Friday I then met an angel,
Her voice in disguise, with those dark honest eyes, she showed up to tell me great things come to those who are faithful.
She walks with me now as I believe my pen can move mountains,
For five years and a month she has been with me ever faithful, I pray of me that she never grows disdainful,
Patient and clever she waits on forever for me to grow into who I need to be,
Oh angel, my angel, just a little longer,
Please keep your patience with me,
And together we will sing, do extraordinary things, my glorious and beautiful angel waiting in the wings.