F L O A T I N G. . . . .

The sadness that you left behind
has been washed away by salty tears

and the doubt that you instilled in me
lingers - amidst my strongest fears

Though, I know a secret and I keep it well
in a vault - under lock and key

For if I whisper it aloud
there'll be nothing left of me

So here I sit refreshed and ready to move forth
I'll come to know some grander things

but I'll hold fast to the memory of those days
when I was floating with an angel's wings