He made the fates walk with him
In the most primary of ways, humming in euphonious
To summon the power ones own self
One the right arm, the light barrier, himself, fallen as the angel
Ancient language woven in strange designs all over his body
On the left the fire of the son, into which we know only the written text of such
Feet bare, walking on glass, heat from the storm has come to destroy us all
He holds up his hands to pray to the coming night
As we understand the moon is in her new way shows no light for him
In the darkness that has come, he stands alone
Praying to only the god he knows
The man of bitter and lies and self sacrifice
Cries tears of blood
An image of the Virgin Mary shows herself to him
She shows the signs of stigmata
This confused him, she whispers in voices of another time
He thought this was a part of a transgression because he wanted to transition
To one plan of existence to another
The vision passed, he was left with blood stains all over himself as if she cried on him and her tears were shards of glass, which was the truth
The night left, and the day came with vengeance
The sun blaring on him with such intensity,
He walked and walked hoping he would be found
Nothing came
He walked into city, that was empty except for the ghost and the dust that took home here
He came across a mural
The colors dulled by age, but the art did not lie it was truth seen by the artist eye
An angel with wings of black and hair to match, naked, hands crossed on her belly
She was destruction
And he found the image of love
He will walk until he finds her
Carrie Ann kawa 7/10/2010
Great poem VERY CUTE pictue
ReplyDelete