An Angel

Nighttime falls soon.
The hot sun fades behind
the orange and pink clouds.

From this heighth
the people look like ants
scurrying around in their lives.

That which supports me
and keeps me aloft is but
man made, and will someday fail.

My time up here near the clouds
shall end soon. It must end of
my making or I shall be like Icarus.

One who tried so hard to sail
on his own wings, when he
should have found an angel to help him.

There are limits that we face.
As one we may only reach so far,
but two as one can touch the heavens.

So hurry up angel and find me.
Find me and we shall fly,
and test the limits of this earth.