I'm stoic, even the marching beat
of a thousand year army fain
move me.
Or drive me from my whirlpool
where I sit pensive
like a stuffed bear
or a glass-eyed deer.
Why do mistakes
haunt my eternal repose?
The sleep in purgatory,
interrupted.To wake I wish
but the stasis is equally
golden.
And if I might be a faithful
soul.
Wither my reward
or will I be reduced to ashes
before I can taste
your heavenly breath
again?
I'm a fallen angel,
my wings crystallized
when I fell to the rabble
of my current life.
No anti-freeze can melt
these feathers of truth
because they are designed
to be unlocked
by your
soft
caresses.
Do I see a new sun
over the horizon?
Her orbit takes closely
after you.
The waft of new mystery
beckons to me
yet I long for the old plaids
which soothed my tempers
should they fray.
One stitch in time saves nine
but it ain't gonna save mine.
Liberate me
chastise me,
even belt me like a snot-nosed Victorian lady
anything is gainful save this
dance which leads me out
into the bloddy snow
for my heart to be Rasputin again
Oh!Lasting agony...
And as I slip deeper
into the icy water
I might see two faces
one my sweet wraith
the other
only for God to know.