I dreamt I was a wizard

With skill and heart and crafty hands that shaped the world

And I had an angel

An angel I created with uncertain, trembling hands

To do a job

I gave him mind and soul and heart to make him strong so he would live

And I wanted him so badly

I did not know what wanting was until I started wanting him

He was the moon, a wild and silver jewel that eclipsed my tiny stars

With light so bright I could not bear to look, until I told him

And then he shone for me, a beacon in the darkest night so I would not be alone

And I would not let him go

But angels do not age and I was but a human man

And so I lost him

To time

To space

To death

I am but a lonely spirit and I want my angel back.

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I dreamt I was an angel

With wide white wings and long thick hair that brushed the floor

And I had a master

A master who created me with his two kind and gentle hands

To fill a role

He was a kind and gentle man himself, his only friends those he had made

And I wanted him so badly

I did not know what wanting was until I started wanting him

I was the moon, a pale and painted disc against a field

Of his bright and sparking stars, until I told him

And then like his bright and sparkling stars he surrounded me

And I would not let him go

But angels do not age and he was but a human man

And so I lost him

To time

To dust

To ash

I am but a lonely angel and I want my master back.