Peaceful place on high with this palpably difference of alone
Slender bare arms tightly gift me with a warm embrace
Perched still nestled above a city waking, silence broken
Listening as the whispers of all watched stir inside my mind

There they stay quiet as I contemplate this days’ flight
Fine day a beautiful gray blue not unlike so many others
Again listening as one prominent voice makes itself known
He needs me once more, mayhap just for a few hours

Perhaps angels will be with him all of this glorious morn
It seems I must move with alacrity more these days
Sometimes I wonder how much he can do alone
Waking, waiting for him has become my constant

Had not my own indolence, my own instincts premonish
His needs that one angel could not procure, now or ever
Although there would be a deluge of offers to quell this life
Greater numbers than could not simply be contained, wait

No cares for his smile was worth every spent moment
His laughter made his angels heart replete, heavy with delight
What would it be like to be mortal once more smiling?
To long ago to recall the earthly life one left behind

Mindful chaos, unappeasable riotous thoughts ensue
Quelling any inner peace till days darkness ascends
His desires, his wants dealt with assiduous attention
Watching with mindful speculation as the day unfolds

Certain anonymity that fuels the needs from desire
For many an angel has been jealous of his beauty
Oh my what a sin, but then leave sin to the living
Near or far we are what we are a gift to mankind