In The Other Room

I thought for so long
                                that I'd dreamt you,
Created you out of shattering wishes,
                 crumbling hopes;
But I can see you now,
                          touch you even,
All it takes is a handful of steps
                                     into another room.
Not twenty feet away
                                  just in the other room.

Smoke

Amber dripping soft velvet,
Reminders of silk as it tipples into the glass.
It's the taste of memory that stirs itself up,
An insomniac's hazard.
The faintest lingering of cigarette smoke,
Ephemeral,
                   like sleep tonight.
Curling tighter beneath warmth,
Banishing thoughts to the backdrop of breath,
Curing the sleepless.
The faintest lingering of cigarette smoke,
Ephemeral,
                  perpetual.

 

First

He is coffee's aftermath,
The drowning colours of caffeine and smoke.
Butterflies storming
Washing off the desire of a bulletproof vest.
Run fingers through dark hair
Catching fragile in silk cement applied that morning.
He is the beauty of the Tarot deck.
Kiss the night of woven fingers
Beyond the violetly soft JD and coke.

Your Fire

There comes a time
When I confess
That I'm holding the sun in my head.


There is some deep and raw knowledge
In the understanding of your own emotion
Felt for another outside yourself.


Some deep dark tide,
                                unfathomable
Stretching across the ocean's soul
Into the reaches of your own.


So I can say with surety,
Beyond the moon's pull
or kraken calling seabirds,
that what's here is true.


There comes a time
When I realise
That I'm trying to contain the sun in my head
And every hour there is only your fire.

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

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.