Your magic confuses
Them,
Your
Ethereal beauty.
For you have wings
Yet you can breathe
Underwater with ease.
Abilities of the
Otherworldly.
Hide no longer;
Live unapologetically.
I am tending to my Angel wings.
They refuse to do their part.
They have left me cold and stranded,
Left me weeping in my heart.
They are tattered and worn.
They are bloodied and torn.
They were not this way
On the day I was born.
~
I see your Angel wings are tattered.
I see that they are worn.
I hear your weeping heart
And I want to keep you warm.
I know your soul is weary.
What if I told you mine is weary too?
We could both try together
To mend a tear or two.
We can find a strength in each other
That knows no distance,
Knows no time.
We will find a strength together
And again we will fly.
Again with stronger wings,
Again with shiny souls,
Again with beating hearts
When we have patched up all the
Holes.
@*choleintodiamonds* originally posted December 2013
I know he comes
From heaven.
He says he is from hell.
I feel the trail of
Star maps he draws
Intuitively on my skin;
He creates magic constellations
And places them in my heart.
I
Hear the wishes trapped in his throat
When he whispers
To me in the
Dark.
I see his wings,
Not with my naked eyes.
I would lift you up
As high as i could
My love
But we both know
You will only fall,
Return to it all,
Everything
You are running away from
Here on the ground
If you do not build up strength in your own way,
In your own time.
The might of
Your own wings must come about within
Your soul.
To get there
You have to fly yourself,
But
Not by yourself.
I am learning too.
We all are.
I do not think you know this
Because
You are
Always looking at others
As if
Better than yourself,
But
Light itself
Travels the universe
With joy
To be
Reflected
From your skin.
You cast that love so far,
So high,
You have helped others create wings
To touch the sky.
And then you smile
And
You walk away.
You walk away as if
You
Did nothing.
I am brave.
I welcome my fears
and call them friends.
I invite them in
and they learn to love me as well;
they help me build my wings.
They make them stronger
and they too learn to fly away
free.
He’s the in between.
Born on the cusp.
He is winter in spring.
A flower blooming in the frigid cold,
Not sure where to go…..
He shines a light all his own.
Smiles to share yet
He cries alone.
On gilded wings she’s watched
Him fly too close to the sun.
So here she waits
Ready to catch him,
Ready to hold him
When he falls.
Wings singed;
Heart-tired he falls heavy.
She sings softly now
Cradling him in the in between.
Sharing her breath until he can
Breathe on his own once again.
I felt the brush of
Angel wings
As I teetered on the cliff’s edge
And though she was tiny,
Her strength in love was mighty
And the light of her eyes stays with me
To
This
Day.
I can’t help it.
I can’t help but fly.
Fly above the chaos that I have been
Cursing
All this time.
I did my time.
I did my time on the ground.
Now I am spreading my wings.
I am turning my life around.
And I fly
Among the Angels.
I fly
Among clouds.
I fly
Even when my feet,
They touch the ground.
Come on.
Come at once.
Escape with me.
Return to your true nature
And
Fly
Untamed and free.
Don’t think twice.
Don’t give it a second thought.
Bring your wings
And
Your heart
And you will quickly recall
That is all
You need
To
Fly
Untamed and free.