Mellifluous Murmurs

Lost Angels Of The Sea

Dearest of angels

the sweetest of upon,

its purifying dreams,

and its destinies before dawn.

The mystifying wonders, 

the overflowing of wells, 

its desire;

crispy, nifty– a great big fire.

I was lost in all spades, all places–

We cry

We sing

We bleed

We were found in the Earth, moon, and died each on corners of the sun.

We were sentenced 

In areas of rhyme

In shelter of closeness

In love of ourselves.

I saved the pain for later

and I took the burn a little sooner,

I vanished and exploded like a crater,

but what stabbed me most was the chance– my seed.

I was wrapped– steel bars and closed jars

I was a fly in your world

A word, 

two days, 

a crazeful instinct.

I showed the world my power

it turned its back on me 

and I soared–

but I fell because I didn't know the definition of momentum.

It was night time

It was dark,

It was foreplay

It was senseless.

You are rancid,

I am your bubble.

We set sail 

and I looked out,

I fell across and was shredded into pieces.

I cried

but there was just blood!

The blood spoke,

and I became lost.

I became an angel.

I was the lost angel.

The lost angel of the ocean.

I was the Marina,

The heart of the ocean.

The one that bore the pain

For later

To look pretty

And attain the beauty of the sea.