Amnesia

Did you ever have wings? Or perhaps forgot how to fly?
It was late afternoon, twilight with colours nigh.
Dimly had dissipated the day, sitting on a bench alone,
Reflecting on his life, the afternoon's soft tone.

Consciousness of magical powers revived in his mind,
Seeking their place, amnesia left behind.
The sacred awareness illuminating every space,
Angels who learned to walk, lost their divine grace.

Stripped of the divine, to learn existence's way,
In bodies that limit spirit, if left in dismay.
They chose to descend, experience and roam,
Forgetting through apathy, now far from home.

Choosing became the instrument they used to compose,
Returning in a second, the ability arose.
Imagination gave freedom to lands so vast,
Created in the mind of a dreamer, thoughts amassed.

Through this introversion, sight was regained,
An angel saw his wings, no longer constrained.
Hidden, awaiting the unclasp, they set him free,
An angel's true self, for all to see.