The script in makings

my life

phases of the archangel October 2, 2008

Hali Heartbeat @ 11:48 pm

Phase one

Saving me

The song he sings floats around me
his face is kept unseen
he falls away to a beautiful place
the archangel of my dreams
night after night he visits me
as I drift into my deep slumber
His voice is beautiful
His movements are full of grace
why must I not see his face?
He saves me from the demons
he saves me from myself
he holds me close to him
and darkness fades from around me
he rests beneath a tree
one shaded from the sun
he plays a flute and a lullabye
the notes float around me
and they stop my cries
his wings are tattered
but in the most beautiful way
how can something so worn down
be so handsome
he takes my hand
under the shadow of the tree
and his face
i still cant see
his whispers in my ear
let me know theres nothing to fear
cause he is the protector
he will protect me
his grip on me
makes my heart begin to flutter
not a physical grip
but the one on my heart
but when I touch his hands
he is so cold
I ask him why
and he says that his love
has turned him cold
not just on the inside
so I tell him to hold me
and even though i fear
that my plans will backfire
I try anyways
I want him to be close
and feel my warmth
so he will remember
what it was like to feel alive
and feel the warmth
the warmth that has left him
for so long now
and maybe one day
he will see
that im no angel
but when I sing
I sing a song for him
I would let him smother me
with his whispers, his songs and his tears
let him overwhelme me
with every little fear
I want to stay here
in his arms forever
listen to his whipers
that sound more like a lullabye
the one that makes me feel safe
with him im always safe
he is my barrier
he keeps away the evil
this tattered angel
is the only light around me
the only light for miles to see
and no matter how close he holds me
I never want to let go
because in my heart i fear
that if i let go
he will disappear
he will be gone
within a blink of an eye
and the darkness will suround me
and i wont beable to say goodbye
but he hears my fears
and promises to stay
because he never
wants to leave me
he never wants to put me in harms way
and there i stay for eternity
within the arms
or the tattered archangel

Phase two

showing me

I stay in your amrs for all of eternity

the scent of lavender fills the air

the wind blows gently though your wings

the wind blows gently through my hair

your arms hold me

nestled to you

and I know that your love

will never fade

and with that note i know

that you will never leave

and you promise me this

with your whipers like lullabyes

always a whisper

always a lullabye

but i never want to sleep

i never want to lose

a minute i could spend

spending it with you

against this tree

the tree of love

the tree that broughtyou to me

though we still sit in the shadow

your face i now see

your eyes a gorgeous brown

with alittle tint of green

and in those eyes im lost

within the thoughts that I see

and you look me in the eyes

and tell me you love me

phase three

Taking me

She whispers please
take me away
from this place
run with me
we’ll run far away
take my hands
lets fly from here

Take me out of
this darkness that
has consumed me
your light will guide us
so you precious angel
take me away

A thousand feet above the ground
your heart and mine
are the only sounds
next to the wind
and your tired wings
I listen closely
and you sing

Phase four

Breaking me

The archangel’s wings unwrap
ripping himself away from me
his beautiful whispers transform
into cries of regret and frustration
he hides his face
those beautiful brown eyes
with the slightest hint of green
are no longer in my view
he speaks in a painful tone
every word ripping as new hole
in my body
he tells me he needs change
needs his space
needs to rearrange
and though his words rip me apart
the distant and silence is unbearable
then like my fears
he disappears
leaving me alone and empty
under this tree
where we at one time would lay
in this meadow
emerging from the forest where I was saved
the forest turns cold
the meadow no longer green but grey
our tree wilts
as I he flies away
and I stay to fade
hoping for change
waiting for him to come back to me
while I watch our place
die around me
I find I am no longer warm
the sky that was once blue
turns black
and the darkness from which he rescued me from
surrounds me again
leaving me to stumble in the dark
and hurt from the pain
of us falling apart
and the memories
of every word he whispered to me

 

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