Slipstreams of Angels

Without your smile I cannot fly
Without your touch I cannot cry
but beneath your gaze I soar with joy
and rising draughts of love draw forth
the courage now to love and rise
resplendent in the shining skies
and then together we will watch
and stretch our hands to try to touch
the passing grace we honour so
great lights that shine on hearts below
Slipstreams of angels undertake
to draw we lovers in their wake