Angel in the background around which the world of rainbows and redheads and children revolves

Do you think they'll ever see me way back there in the background?
--expecting a rhyme to hound them into the future--
--expecting some life to make this whole afternoon come to life--
because a child turning, a girl holding the hand of another, this is
just a pretense to life--
i am in the background waving, not a bit of pareidolia fools you--
i am here as the angel, the fixer, the patient one who waits for you,
is waiting for you--
through fields you must travel and a lifetime of sleep, and a storm
awaits you, awaits everyone from that deep place
you refuse to
call home.