you are my sunrise
the realization of the dawn
my reason to awaken,
my eyes travel over –
to your pillow
tracing down your sleeping form
and I answer
an angel at my door
sleeping-soft-pose
I wonder of what you are dreaming
or, am I ?
/angel
as for days marked as these
I was not meant to see
but there she was anyway
a lamenting angel
a casualty of war
just in her eyes –
read like history
so far down
forlorn skies gather clouds
as my mind crosses hers
o’ ancient one, accursed
how long should you be punished
how long to be trapped
to dwell here
between death and dawn
knowing neither
knowing you were wrong
notes… so something caught my eye, the corner, like a fish hooked I suppose, I saw into the soul of an angel, a fallen one of course, I have to be dramatic right? but in all seriousness this is a blink, a wink, something that flicked the switch in my mind, there is a bunch of themes in there for you to digest, so… enjoy (and feel free to discuss, because you know, I encourage such things)… and I did see something… didn’t I??
sharpen the spires
so shall be done
as the angels fall in deluge
from the heavens won
may they land upon these reminders
of their mutiny of god
and then there are the born apples
the serpent’s tongue
coils up wrap my spine, constricting,
becoming the whisper master of my desires
and the plunderer of my dreams
and so mankind begins…
Shades of My Garden 