The thing was...
He was a major idiot, and I dont call just anyone an idiot,
well okay, maybe I do but I just didnt like him. He just
seemed to be everything that I hated. Unoriginal,
contrived type of operator. Only said what he thought they
wanted to hear, and I guess it worked cause a few of them
fell for it. I bristled at the thought of that type but he
worked so snakelike on their weakest parts.
Who wants honey, as long as there's some money?
But I was more about the other things that please,
natural warmth and not that type that you buy at the mall.
It wasn't gold but it was heavy and the best thing was that
it was real. And I never stopped by for lunch, I just left
pretty flowers for her to see.
And in my ignorance I thought that I was different
but apparently not
The idea that I held the keys to a sort of gentle madness
seems unreal, but it was true. I really could call down the
moon and sometimes if she wished just right I was able to
bend the starlight a little bit so that it fell on her while she
was dreaming. I imagined the sparkle it made on her skin
while she lay sleeping. I flew so high in those days, deep in
a dream I walked through falling leaves and the autumn
breeze seemed to flow through my veins and fill me with
October fire. Stronger wings had never before graced the
midnight skies...
I couldn't fall from the dark heavens even if I had tried,
so full of the rain and the mist and the haze so heavy, still I
rose above the clouds and tasted the air that only the
sentinal stars can breathe. I longed for her like no one
before or since, the world in fact ceased to exist when
thoughts of her played in my mind. On and on in a relentless
melody, the same sweet lullabye I sang because it reminded
me of her and all her sweetness that she kissed to me. The
silent sonata hummed along in my dreams beneath my
wings...
lost in a lonely daze, I had indeed called to heaven for just
such an angel, but being the night creature I am, I had all
but stopped believing. I was tired and bitter in my own small
shadow, breaking the mountains that lay before my solely
because I could, building a suit of armor to shield myself
from a world I did not need. Oh but to dream that way was
folly, I knew I was trapped in my own distance. A tragic
mess of nightmares and forgotten passion, I seethed under
the night sky, and cried out when the summer sun burned.
Alone in the void and the void was so, so cold.
Oh dear love,
leave me silent in the morning light and tell me lies if the truth reveals
another empty night...
These shores pale my skin. The crimson moon bathing the waters
in an endless flowing wound. As if the tears of angels fell
into the ocean. And from these seas I drink again and again,
thirsting for a poison to wash my heart away. Here I sail,
here I drift, here I drown in silence where no other ship shall
pass. Let my armor pull me to her, down in the depths where
she fell before me, where I could not lift her up.
The wings have broken and the scars will never heal. Torn
apart inside and out, no need to bring my body home, let
me crash upon the rocks and bleed into this midnight sea.
These lonely shores are all thats left of me.
Eye of the dawn finds the shattered remains of a burning
ember that fell to earth in a dizzy descent. Ashes of the
once strong wings litter the ground waiting for the night
tide to wash his soul to sea and spread this essence to the
corners of the earth. Once lost then found and now
destroyed, forever broken and scattered with the sand
across earth. Crashing waves sing of a distant dreamer and
the falling rain weeps for one last kiss.
Only her eyes hold the magic to release me.
These shores are but a level, a plane where I cannot survive.
These ashes are but another form I just cannot hold.
Beneath a different sky I could never hope to flourish.
Dark wings such as these lack the strength
to soar without the gentle winds blowing from
her kiss. She is the fire that warms me and her words are
the sparks that breed the flames. None can match her
passion and no other could incite this fury. In the Autumn
where she found me all others had passed without a second
glance. Simple kindness and the sense of a kindred heart
were the hands of fate that the lit the way.
Simply said there is no other star for me.
No other magic kiss.
