Red Wings

With red wings I could fly

through the blue colored sky.

Without a care in the world

for what I might find.

Buoyed up by rolling waves

of warm pure air.

I would flutter about with

no time to spare.

Constantly searching for

a soft place to land.

A flower that would have me play

my part as SHE planned.

And together we can bring joy

to those who are sad.

Finding truth and meaning

in the few hours we had.

To leave a memory

one could admire,

From all the joyful tears

the angels inspire.

And knowing when it came time

for me to die,

They could still look for my red wings

as I fly high,

Somewhere up in the blue colored sky.