It's as if I were an angel
flying through the clouds.
As if that could be.
Me.
An angel.
As if there could be a future
I could not know.
A future without death
being the end,
but a beginning.
As if that could be.
Me.
An angel.
A lapsed Jewish angel
with wings to fly.
As if I would transcend
what I ever could have imagined.
Me.
As if that could possibly be
Me,
An angel.
Not alone.
But with other angels.
Angels like me
who never imagined
love beyond limits
