The Ghosts of my past.

March 9th, 2010-Angel

I break the stones in my hands, blue as the sky,

Wetted with weakness, by the happy tears I cry;

Comforted by sweet hands, softly caressing,

Beautifully colored, in the words your possessing;

Watch the angel’s unbroken stride, so full of relent.

I hold in my hand, the most blessed accident.

And a million fire fairies, burn their lights into my eyes.

Coils of golden notes, in your ears disguise.

My diamond in the rough, deep as glitter goes.

Silver wings, hidden by dust, but I already know.

Foolish intimacy overwhelms my domain;

And I make myself fall in love, all over again.