And Up And Up And Up
We go, we go, we go
And through the clouds
We drift, we drift and
Through sunlight flow,
Beyond the tattered trail.

Down the pathway but in
The brush, shrugging by
The oak and ash and ivy,
Shadowing the journeymen
Slipping stealthily there
Between the branches and
Thick overgrowth that
Puzzles them--where they
Want go is up a different
Road--but we step together.

That is how we do it and
Yet eternally it seems
Like ascension, acquiescence,
Or the divinity of a Spring,
The scratches of claws, firewood-
See the blood evicted from our
Veins fall downward.

A/N: Alternate title would have been We Are Not Angels. That's what it's about: guardian angels.