His Runaway Angel

I am a runaway angel ... his angel.

I sit on the railing,
Legs tucked beneath me,
Wings hidden behind me ... sore, ripped, torn and dirty,
But still so strong, ready to flip n' flap at the slightest need.

But still, I am a runaway angel,
Taking this man's love,
His quiet truth that I didn't know flew through this cosmos,
This man who sees my fall and loves me anyway.

But I am a runaway angel,
Scared of his own roll and tumble,
Eager for attention, but refusing to be patient,
And this man knows and loves me anyway.

But I am a runaway angel,
Hands once washed clean covered now in dark oil,
Pumping my own darkness into a World needing light,
Ashamed, ashamed, shamed.

Will my silent love, my silent witness,
Will you hold me and help me heal these wings?
Will you forgive my impulsive, shallow bullshit?
This angel who struggles with his friends/enemies/toxins.

It makes this fallen angel a fool,
A stubborn, angry and shouting fool,
Eager for the touch but pushing you away,
And my shame lies here ... my foolish, blinding temper.

But I am a runaway angel,
Weeping for his failures,
Feeling the ache of my ripped wings,
Hoping he still loves me no matter.

But I am a runaway angel ...
And I have grown tired of fighting,
And I have grown patient in my bruises,
So many self-inflicted wounds.

But I am a runaway angel ...
And I know now you are no mere man,
For you have wings of your own,
Wings sitting quietly behind you.

And some day soon you will unleash them,
And the World will tremble,
And my silent witness will be silent no more,
And he will take me in his arms and I will take him in mine.

All will be forgiven,
Is forgiven,
And this angel runs away no more,
For he has come home and only here may I rest.

Angels ... duality ... light and dark,
Heaven's soulmates,
Found and lost and found again,
He is my home and I begin to heal.

Runaway no more.