All That You Have

Loosing my grip
Fists clenched in pain
Drifting from sight
Pelted with rain

Silence sighed deep
No longer sane
Darkness a voice
Called my name

Tears from her eyes
Filled me with light
Hope is near
Beautiful the sight

Cradled to her breast
Caressing my face
Softly I wept
Suspended in grace

Bending to whisper
Hair brushed my cheek
What we share
You may never speak

All that you have
Is far from complete
We shall fly again
Over fields of wheat

I am but an angel
Never to possess
I’m always near
This I must confess

Mr. Blue