His Wings

He put his own wings besides me and whispers,
Secret words and silent vows,
Things that everyone knows,
Laughs and oh how he laughs at the music that plays inside me,
Brushes away my very words,
Those of wisdom I think are true,
Smiles, beckoning the wings,
The sky's so blue,
Let's fly there he says,
Besides the sunlight,
and where it's cold and you can't think,
But my little feet love the touch of the ground,
I wouldn't fly,
I wouldn't take his wings,
He would come again in time,
To see if my own wings have grown...