Wayward Angel

It is my heaven
to hold you
and watch you sleep
the morning light gentle
across your face
and I wonder how you fell
into my life
so very far from grace


dancing with you
In the garden
under the waning moon
bathed by the light
of a million stars
laughing with the brilliant joy
of being alive
of being in your arms

Your warm touch
your hands on my face
soft, like wings
brushing against my skin
against my soul
my heart skips beats inside my chest
and I never want to let you go

There are no chains
you wont be bound
You may stay,or go
It is my privilege
my gift from above
to earn the trust of a wayward angel
and to return his love.