Fallen Angels

We drifted through dreams that were as light,
high above and far below, scattered and feeling hard to the wind...
Empty eyes started at canvasses of blank soul, blackened soul,
for they are the same, while held to the white of firelight.

When deepest burned, they know fires of blue, and fear the deadly greens,
and held colours above all else, scars of memories remain.

Dips now to the shells, the sounding waves on unbroken sand. 
Though we loved and found love alone,
the shattered rocks of ages run by, and they are the unbroken sands. 

Great monoliths rise above, rise as the only break in the battered drive, from
here to so far away, 
found love amongst the towns and stones, the carved marble lives that now no
longer turn their faces to the light, to the ones that once were us.

Sheathed, we had no blade but the edge we ran ourselves along.
It was a letting of the blood, for fear, for fear of flesh and love,
and fear, just primal and raw.

Where left this world upon broken boughs, and alight with sparrows, southern 
dropping, all upheavals must dream of ages long since dead, while their 
memories are of a time once reborn, once remembered as a world...

A world made empty by their mad passing, the mad leaving of a thousand beating 
wings, thousand beating hearts, thousand dying souls.

A world made full by the promise of their return, the turning of the king, and 
seasons, and fishers, that float above the water, waiting for a fish worth 
drowning for. 

And dive, the crest of the wave breaking, living only in that moment, for that 
moment, where beyond, beyond there is nothing.

Are we oceans ourselves, and the lives lost amongst us the islands hopping from 
thoughts to thoughts, 

The last of the few, the dreams of all, and the steadily pounding waves that 
hold my head, hold my hand, as I swim amongst the stars, and dream close only 
to the earth.