The Willow Tree

I wake and find myself under a canopy of leaves.
A dark stranger, but somehow familiar, stands over me.
His eyes light up when they meet mine.
He saved me from falling.
I reached my hand up toward him.
My stomache flutters as he holds my hand to his chest.
And my breathing is heavy as I become alive again.
I whisper a hello and he pulls me into his arms.
My eyes flood when I hear him softly sobbing.
Finally we meet, finally I meet the Blood Angel.
I never imagined he would save me,
or care for me, for that matter.
But here I am, in his arms, save as could be.
I clutch him tighter because I am frightened.
Frightened of returning to my life,
and trying to die again.
I want to fly with him,
but how can I with no wings.
Then I feel the gentle stirring of wind,
and my eyes open in shock.
My wings!
The Blood Angel helps me stand
and watches me as I spread my wings.
They're white and shimmering,
strong and powerful.
I look at him and smile.
Again he has saved me.
I hold out my hand to him.
Fly with me, soar through the clouds with me.