If I Upon Your Pillow Wake

[1]

What is the worth of a fallen angel?

Wings clipped.

Earthbound?

[2]

Shall I be made a flower then?

Forever to lean into the light,

E'er divorced the shadows from whence too life springs

To be grasped and departed my roots?

[3]

Pray, sir, that I not be a beast

And please do mind your head

Let not my fragility worry you,

For lions and wolves disguise themselves as sheep,

Sometimes unwittingly

More often, maldictively

Still other times with malice.

[4]

Be like innocence, virtue, or divinity.

Perhaps construct a facade.

And when preying eyes are made indifferent,

Lie, sleep, dream.

But lest you be seduced by virgin nature,

Bereft of passions

Damned to eternal shades of grey,

Pray for subjugation of vice

Or conquest of virtue

That you may again awaken.

[5]

Shade nor splendor are prone long to linger

Marking time for either only quickens the crestfall

Embrace that which is before you.

Steady your hand in the nurturing darkness.

[6]

Retreat to harbor for there is more ground than feet to walk it.

Resting in wake from dawn to dusk, a match flickers,

In the eleventh hour, cessation cedes creation

And I am found.

For one as distant from today as tomorrow is from you

What dreams may come if I upon your pillow wake?