Reading, PA USA
Lead me away on ethereal wings
dusted with darkened imagery
that your brilliance brings
You've been sent from above
though you may be "Down Under"
A touch of your glove
has softened the thunder
that has abated my life
These ochre refrains
orchestrating the fray
have bled out my being
over-blown, over used
Cacophony of strains
reverberating my day
have weakened this "mote"
Pinspots break through the blackened cloth of sky
like clouds swept through a sieve
illuminating the broken pieces,
left of what is left of who I am
While "Belief" is ending I am wrought
without the will to live
imaginary "Golden Fleeces"
tempt disillusion...I am damned
And so while weaving my own cyber-web
with hands that are forlorn
and while losing my Main Passion
I stumbled into "Passions" door
Then Dark Angel struck her caring match
to see this one who's torn
an oxymoron born
Lead me away Dark Angel
if that is who you are...
Dusted by you're hopeful imagery
the "Dark" meets the "Dark"
Our souls collide, coincide
Our Darkness shared...
one hopeful, one hopeless
Spread your wings
black as my essence
to cover this Ephemeral Wraith
What Holy trough do you lead me to ?
How I crave
a Sanctuary where my soul could bathe
But no...you and I...
We are just flesh and blood with different wounds
and sometimes scars will last forever
Some wounds can heal if they are found
...others only fester
You go to Live, to Hope, to Dream
I go to die...to hope to Live it seems...
for I am "Down Under"
even under you Dark Angel, the World
Imbroglio...and I am asunder
a tattered flag alone, unfurled
The "Low" came to its lowest point...
There're just so many lives I've died to Live
to never find a home
...not even in my heart
But Dark Angel watches over my night
she reaches out...
and hopes to have me see some light
She reaches out...
toward the one whose heart is dying
Dark Angel...is there a Miracle about ?
(At this point I'll take a crumb of one)
[This message has been edited by Geoffrey Sonnen (edited 07-25-2000).]