Stained-Glass Angel

I wish I was a butterfly with wings unhampered by the world, and patterns unlike other sprites, to flaunt as I cavort and twirl. The sky would be my boundary: the earth, my tranquil garden-grace. When weary, I would rest upon a flower sewn in emerald lace. I'd land on vacant windowsills, exhibiting my innocence, until an adolescent hand attempts to smear my tinted rinse. Away I'd fly, towards the moon, encompassed by the violet night, together with the silent stars, immersed within their brilliant light. The heavens would adorn me with a mantle made of coral dawn, and with it, I would promenade until the sun itself was gone. I'd long for not a single thing, for I'd be humble like a lamb. I'd live my life devoutly, like the stained-glass angel that I am.