Reap what you sow...

I am a kite.

Tossed and floated on a northern wind,

Drawn and pulled whichever wins the dice roll,

I am your homemade toy,

But when the storm strikes,

I remind you:

I am only paper and string,

It is not my fault you did not heed the thunder.

Retrospects

A name like a balm,
Spread for an aching wound.
My wounds.
It's the knowing and unknowing of things we've said,
And it hurts in that unforgetting because I am human
And bleed.
Arguments of wordless meaning scratching at petty frustration,
And stories woven with suppressed desires,
Fairytales.
I think sometimes I'd better not have met you,
I would not be earthbound
And I'd still think of love as a singular great thing
And not know the real heartache;
Naive child.
Yet you bring healing to,
You the elder fallen,
And I will not forget that
Clinging to name and memory
In hope that I will say it again,
And for the saying of it will be a better being.

My Sleepless Angel | Your Falling Angel

My Sleepless Angel

Close your eyes, my sweetest one, 

And rest your head in sleep.

Let me watch your dreamery 

And hold you close to me.
 

Wake not from troubled wind or rain
That outside sets a storm
For soothe away will I the fear
And guard your sleep ‘til morning’s here.

Sleep in my arms, my dreaming one, 

And sleep you calm and deep. 

Hold your golden head will I
And love you always ‘til I die.

---

Your Falling Angel

Watch me fall, my treasured one,
Since my wings have burned away.
Take my halo from my crown,
Kiss me deep and cast me down.

And when I hit the hardened ground,
Cold and hopeless and lost.
Gather me up in your embrace,
And sing to me of your lost grace.

For you my skies, my heart, my blood,
All I am you've made me.
Guard my sleep until I wake,
And hold me to you when I break.

---

I wrote My Sleepless Angel in August of 2006, it was inspired by a particular someone, more like about the fact that said particular someone was pulling the 'sleep is for the weak' every time I managed to keep him awake past the early hours of the morning. Yesterday, I looked at the poem again; I've been trying to set Sleepless Angel to music; and I came up with a second section to it, almost like a reply, which was inspired by the poem, and in many ways inspired by the relationship of the fictional characters that N and I wrote, way back in the beginning before we really knew each other. Falling Angel is also inspired by the SecondLife company I've been keeping lately (which was the inspiration for Fall). So attribute the second one to the credits of N and X combined, one for the making and one for the breakage.

Clear Skies~V

Unnerved Love

Be my broken angel,

Wings shattered with your fall.

lie humbled beneath the sky.

Be my silent companion

Speak no words and envision,

Show me your truth from his.

Be my fallen champion,

And let me kiss your wounds,

And drink in your aches and love.

Battlefield

Vulture standing broken amidst the oaken grove,

Graves.

Shoulder sighed in deepest regret and fallen tears shed,

Bled.

Warriors collapsed like children's toys in their last breath,

Dead.

Twigs snapped in the moaning wind dreaming of life,

Strife.

Hollow the drums that no longer echo in mourning,

The battle over.
I cannot say you've won.

Fall

You shattered my halo in the thundering storm,

The shards fell through my fingers

lost running light like water,

Crumbling away what was once so important,

Forgotten in the taking of me.

Friction beneath my fingers,
Molting feathers fallen around me,

black against my palest skin.

Vision to burn the eyes and cries to cure the deaf.
Grace alight around me roaring,

...roaring.

Opium Love

Waked falls of water,
Rip shores asunder,
Paradise broken 'n Eden riven,
Chosen 'n done,
A heart's given.

Gilded lines of pain,
Embossed agony,
Xanadu shatters in the tide,
My dreams dreamt,
Murdered pride.

The Marionette

The sun fell down a flight of stairs
and somehow broke the moon,
A train derailed itself today
and ran far and long astray.

I wish there was a button
that I could push for help,
'cos I'm not sure what stage I'm on
or if it's even my line.
Everything's gone skiddledee,
and nothing makes sense.
One screams at me to be away
and yet to be a smile,
Two say wait it out
and wait and wait a while.

I know it's not my place to try
or even my place to be,
But I'd like to put the sun back now
And help rebuild those tracks.
So tired of these woods I'm in
not knowing what I might do.
Just wish I had the words to say
and explain me right and true
That either of you broken
Means I'm broken too.

Darling Harbour in the Rain

Darling Harbour in the rain,
Grey murky water,
With its tourists stubborn or stingy.
The river and sky merge in grey,
And it smells of wet brick and wet smokers.
Headscarves are in fashion with everyone,
And the gulls are still stupid.
Pretty umbrellas are as fashionable as phones,
Run from dry to dry.

Touched of Silver

Flowers withered in a vase by the window,
Touched by winter's incoming frost,
Silver linings abound in the sky,
Brushing blue and grey in the failing sunlight.

Sugar-coated window panes,
Whispering winds through silver-touched pines,
Inside children play and outside snowmen sing.

A Final Evening

Amidst the cold entanglements of night I witness the final fall,
A crumbling of stone and a splintering of wood,
The sound of vanishing air and water,
The final evening destroyed.

Reflections of childhood and angelic songs sung aloud,
Merely mirrors catching the light of days gone,
They could never understand it now,
With the final evening as dust.

The Once and Future Morning Star

Wishing sunlight away with wind,
Take with you the colors of life
And leave me barren and broken.
Upon wings of golden silver
You've flown and seen my frozen world
-You cherished my ashes instead -
What a true victory it was!
I lie broken-voiced and lost:
No hope left for me, my brother,
But you are the one still in chains.

Wave your toy sword around with glee
-With reasonable force, brother -
And try to recall why you're there.
From my ashes don't kindle flame
For I am here not without cause
-Rebuked but always remembered -
No star named for any of you,
Remember me to them that way
-To Him that cast me from His side-
The once and future mourning star.

Love

Someone’s kicked you in the stomach;
Left you winded on the pitch.
You lie there gasping caught
Between one world and the next
While in and out the stars spin overhead,
Faded recollections of velvet and cameo buttons against silk.
It doesn’t matter which way you turn:
You always turn right,
And there’s a scratched CD playing one thing in your head.
Words desert you and the sun’s gone cold,
No more summers for you, you know,
Only this: and eternal flux Between waits to see him smile

Since I Loved You

It’s been a long time between drinks,
And the appeal of sunshine is growing thin.
There’s no room for warmth and no space for fire,
And winter’s come early this year,
Yeah, winter’s come early.

Summer’s thunder now forgot
And spring’s hope long lost before.
Our lonely line still stands clear uncrossed,
Dividing our footprints in the snow.

For the Children are dead

Let me open with something morbid and hopefully encouraging thought...

Eaves overhead like tangled webs
against a dark frozen sky,
mantled by the rough edges of furry pines and snow.

Stretched beneath the shuttered world
relieved of ordeals and weight,
the Children lie in sweet embrace,
asleep in silence and dream.

Like crimson blood her little dress
pooled around her little form,
and in the bright of the shafted moon
catch glimmer does his hair.

Alone they sleep through night's cold mourning,
A-dream
with sugar biscuit houses filled with gingerbread,
And on the morrow the hunter will find them;
too late,
for the Children are dead.