angeled wings

if i could come down from the heavens
to wrap my angeled wings,
in comfort, around you
to guide you through this,
you know i would. 

my wings are open
waiting to help;
yet there you stand
just beyond their reach;
stubbornly so.

as you stand in defiance
so i stand in turmoil waiting
your world of rage
bubbles over
burning the souls of my feet.

just beyond my grasp
you disappear
into the lake of your unwanting
you use the water
to shield yourself
from me; taunting.

i know you don't do it
for reasons of purpose.
its your fear of "perhaps".
being a version of intimacy
that you know will
surely disect you once again.

so here we stand my friend
you there
and me here
fear having us both convinced
to not even shift our weight
for something good may turn out.

as we both look
onto the sky this day,
we wipe away our tears
that flow faster
than this rain
unwilling to confront the fears.

i beg of you,
again my friend,
to clasp onto
my outstretched hand
our fingers will
intertwine.

the angeled wings
will do their job,
if only for just one day.
They'll drive away the fear.

Rest assured your
lonely heart
and know that i am near.