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.

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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.

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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.