Sifting the salty sand through my toes

Remembering my life, then, as it was

Thinking about choices that humans have

Comparing decisions and comparing the lows

Humans have love that hurts at times

Angels have no emotions that make them blind

Humans eat foods made for the gods

Angels think nothing except for their jobs

To return, I’ll loose my wings

But, with his kiss, perhaps, I’ll wear his ring

Children I’ll bare in pain and lament

But, being his angel, I’ll always defend.

Decisions to make as I walk the shore

Leaving behind my job and it’s lore

Decisions to make before dawn

The waves wait patiently to carry me on