I would fly down with my wings outstretched.
Wings aflame with spiritual fire.
Purification, protection, warmth...
I would then lift her away.
Up we would travel to the stars.
She would laugh and hold tight until we reached the moon of a far away planet.
I would tell my little self that there had been a small confusion.
A dislocation, a miscalculation.
Intervention to this mistake...
Here is were you belong.
But alas this did not, can not happen in a far away place.
I must scoop her up in my heart here and make a place for myself.