Angel Trapped

Somewhere in the mountains 
He is searching for me.
I can hear His whispers
in the raging seas. 

It's not the same as
it used to be;
things are distant, monetary,
changed desires
not so complimentary.

I require fantastic feats,
I hear His lips speaking to me,
"Not time."
"Not ready."

I move forward steady step,
heaviness in my head,
and maybe, just maybe,
We can dance in the moon beams,
meeting for the first time,
same smile, same stride,
and I can't get distracted
by these habits;
can't be sucked into wistfulness
by another kiss.

Sometimes the moments bury me,
mind wandering, that fantasy,
bound inside the willow tree.
I am drunk on Being,
poised and ready to flee yet
I stand tall and stoic
at the edge of this cliff. 

"Leap!" He laughs.
"Fly above the aftermath!"
to me He sings.

caught I am in the fog mist,
searching through the forest,
where the branches are thick. 

I am protesting, hesitating
"I have poems! and songs!
I have wanton souls waiting!"

I am debating time,
need to go back a bit,
need to prepare better for this,
but it's too late. 

I've touched the iron gate
where beauty walks with Pride,
and I've stepped inside,
gingerly, fearfully, curiously,
and I am speechless
by what I see.

New world, I see Truth. 

I see Love in the best of You,
and He is caressing my hair,
letting me weep out the nightmares,
letting me release
these fragmented pieces,
and we sit naked
atop a wine drenched blanket,
midst the falling feathers,
we put the puzzle together.

He speaks, finger beneath my chin,
bringing my eyes to Him,
"Seraphem, Light up Worlds!
You are a fallen Angel
trapped in a girl."

~vennie~
copyright @ dbv publishing 2011
{Poems for the Eleven}