Angel

Send me an angel
Not the kind that believes in God
And no, not the kind that IS God.
But an angel nonetheless. 
One who can fly 
Even when it got no wings
One who can embrace me
Even though it got no body. 
What IS an angel then?
Or what is THIS kind of an angel, you may ask.
Well, to know one is to be one
So maybe tonight
I am wishing to become one 
Not to die 
Because that is sadly my predictable end
Whether I like it or not
But an angel when I'm living
Let me fly without wings
Embrace without body
And touch souls 
​Whenever wherever possible.