The Angels Were Generous

Anchor

How can one man be both my anchor and my kite?
The one to steady me when my fears take hold?
And the one in whose glance my soul takes flight?
The one with whom I can be brazen and bold?
But also the one with whom I can laugh all night?
Who cheers the heart he so effortlessly stole?
And still softens the blow when reality bites?
Who holds out his hand for mine to enfold?
Whose soul dances with mine in bright moonlight?
And chases the shadows for me to hold?
How can one man be both my anchor and kite?