Engelsflügel

This was made for a good friend of mine. =). the title means "angel wings" in German. -.-' enjoy!

Engelsflügel

Today, I was walking through the alleys,
Thinking about you.
I drifted mindlessly,
Until I couldn't find a trace of the path
I seemed to have taken;
It was a dead end.

But not quite….

There were two birds out there,
One white and beautiful,
So unblemished, and surreal;
Then there was the grey one,
It was also beautiful, yet it seemed so real.
But, the grey one had a lame wing.

Before I knew it,
The white one was flying,
It went up the dark alley
And into the sky,
But it lingered in a wire,
One that held on to a pole,
Seeming to wait for the grey one.

The latter tried.
It simply tried flying up;
It fell down.
The bird then tried on and on for quite sometime.
I stood there,
Watching its effort be fruitless.

The white one also stood there,
Patiently; just simply waiting.
It broke my heart, though;
It seemed to have no sympathy,
No remorse. It didn't even go
And encourage the grey bird.

The grey one was still trying,
And it was almost sunset
Until it gave up.
I sat down and stared at it;
And it turned around and
Gazed at me; pleading, almost.

I then raised up,
And held up the grey bird.
We stood there,
The grey bird and I,
Not knowing what to do.
We waited, and it was not even dark,
The sun hadn't even set;
Even the sun seemed to wait for the grey one
To fly.

And held my hand up high,
And heaved the grey bird.
It flew, yet it seemed to have fallen.
There was a pause, and I can still picture it
In my mind,
Like it only just happened a few movements ago.

The bird flew high up,
While the white one could only
Follow in awe; in amazement.

Even I watched it in amazement,
As it flew high up,
Off toward the setting sun,
Never looking back.