To Watch an Angel Fly

To Watch an Angel Fly

Can you see a face and know

Some things are meant to be

The smile she sends across the room

It some how lands on me

As angels go, there’s more to this

Than wings that scratch the sky

It’s all the times I pulled her down

When she wanted just to fly

I didn’t mean to need so much

And steal from heavens tune

But angels rarely come down here

And fly off much too soon

I wish you well and want you to know

That I’m happy for the sky

And every soul that gets the chance

To watch an angel fly

© 1/4/1997, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry