Epilogue/Prologue (and the stuff in between too)

underneath, and
between the rapturous birdsong,


and


hovering over every golden burst
of dawn,

lies
Fear,

greedily waiting
to devour your flame.

waiting
to sap your pleasure

waiting
for your fall.

Except,
the beauty of nightingale’s sorrow,
and
the blinding glory of our favorite star
lifts true believers
above the pesky threats of love.

so,
my cumbersome angel,
come,
glide
on winds untold,
and let us,
together, fall
eternal

Night Breeze

sliding
away
without a care,
Destiny calls your name.

will
you follow, or
stay?

do you even
remember
how to play?

dancing
into
infinity…

spinning wonders
stolen
from hot gossamer winds,
pregnant with promise, lust, and adventure.

sinking deeply,
into the beauty
of our love.

now,
here comes the rain

and the thunder,

and all the magic in-between.

let us weave tales of beauty,
and of love, and
Angels shall fall
to hear our song.

slow storm coming

two doves
swingin’
under the roiling steel
now fly to shelter.


leaves
rattle
and hum,
as the wind squeezes
in close
& tight,
seeking to escape
the thunder.

i won’t feel at home
until She engulfs me
with Her chaos.

the sky is afire,
you should go home.

here,
there be devils and
angels and more,
gliding
through orgies of selfish delight.

you should go home
now,
there will be no peace
tonight.

Fire & Silver

in the corners
of this shadowy
union,
souls dream and
linger,
seeking the old magic.

inside this simple alchemy burns
a truth
more profound than
life,
and love.

looking
into this mystery,
secrets deep within are
unlocked and
released,
and the demons come out
to play.

and we dance together,
we happy little devils,
we dance
beneath the bonfire
of my soul.

Falling: A Prayer

Ragged Hope twists
away from me, leaving these
aching fingers
to cling to
the emptiness.

Again.

and once more
we sink
down
into that wellspring of
softness.

oh mother
where art thou?

safe from
the harshness
and
swallowed
by guilt,

we

rest
mercilessly.

slumber,
vigilantly.

hide,
safely.

waiting
for
your embrace.

waiting
to
be set free.

waiting
to be set aglow
by the wild fire
of
your
soul.

come
sweet starfire, come
and burn,

burn
a little closer
to me.