Stumbled

Walking through foggy days and misty nights.
Dreams of flying higher than a 8 year olds kite.
Deceptive wings try and attach but they only impede.
The direction they go in just don't agree with me.
I've stumbled.
Powerless on my back you hover above blocking the sun's beams.
Your taste far exceeds and brings joy like an herbivore in a land full of green.
But where shall we go?
Off into infinity but only we both agree.
Our souls both starved but I'm eager to feed.
Not only am I flying but my wants are satisfied not just my needs. And this exchange is mutual.
You've been waiting for the fresh open air but no ones been suitable.
But we both know your more than a pair of expendable delicacies.
An angel in disguise is all I see.