angel wings are all around us
in an invisible embrace.
they are the rustle of leaves on a tree
as we walk by.
they are the tiny stars we can barely see
and the halo around the lights at night.
the angels are our companions.
they see us when noone is there
with eyes that soothe a troubled spirit.
they sing us the songs in our head.
angel wings shoo away some of our memories
when we need more time to say goodbye.
they stir up the gentle breeze
of a deep breath and a sigh when we start again.
they soak up our tears
and they fan the sparkle in our eyes when we laugh.
at times the angels back away
when they sense someone has seen them
and the brush of their wings.
when they know one of us has learned their way
and thus joined the myriad.
you can hear the quiet flutter of flight.
the moment when the eyes
or the voice
or the hands of a human
to do the work of angel wings.