It has been a cold morning.
Nethelweiss, The King of Frosts, has
Stretched his hands over the grass,
And turned all the plants and grounds
Of the land into palaces of sparkling
I closed my eyes, and I saw you:
Naked, crouched, in the middle of
A lagoon – pooled in oily darkness
But, for all that darkness, you shone
So brightly – how could you not be
Stirred from your tenebrous
Self-hatred by the heraldic majesty
Of your beauty?
I swam towards you; to hold you;
To be near you – you changed into
A crow; flew away – and what
I first thought was a rejection, was
An invitation to flight – an overture
Up in the heavens, lands of pure energy,
We sparkled, and flew, and twisted as
Dragonflies, our wings beating out
Whirlwinds of pleasure, as we wove
Helices of love
But our eyes speak more
Than our tongues can say –
Ours is a friendship
Of poetry and silence:
Kneeling beside eachother
In prayer, in a sacred cathedral
Of pure sapphire, where no
Words can ever be spoken.
If only you knew how many journeys
I have gone on for you, my dear.
How many rivers I have washed my
Heart in, so I might be pure enough
To kneel beside you.
Let me be your angel – your guardian –
Your protector. Let me cocoon you in
My wings, and shield you from all of
Life’s Tortures. May your blows be my
Blows. May your pain be my pain. And
May your smile be the sunrise that
Lures me into every tomorrow.
Once said, these prayers cannot be unspoken.
And, in the light of a spell that cannot be broken,
My wings will be yours