I wish that I could have been your guardian angel,
Watching from above,
Because that is where I felt safe,
Giving you my love.

But in this earthly form I faltered:
I could not see
how to build, with these small and hands,
The good life for you and me.

The journey to the stars is short,
And the blade of trust is sharp,
Cleaving permanently, here on earth,
The two of us apart.

If I were that angel,
Watching from above,
I would have found some way to tell you,
That as a creature upon this earth, you always had my love.

But I of earth stand, a child,
Straddling a Blakean whole,
Neither here nor there knowing
Exactly where to go.

But now broken, dismayed, renewed and delivered,
here to this moment to see
nothing but the quiet acknowlegding
that we should let things be.