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.
* * *
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.
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.
* * *
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.
