Dearest Darling,

The lights are awake, Love. Each one dancing around the sky, falling, burning,
Dancing in the firepit.

For you, the lights are awake, My Love. Chanting with their high pitched hum. Using rays of light to strum harpchord lullabies. And they do it for you.

They do it for you because I sent them, I wanted to see a beauty so fitting yours. I wanted to tell the world through impossible means that Angels don't fall, they are born.

And I wonder...

Had you fall'n, I'd have been there. Within moments of hearing Hell try to breath you through the dirt, I'd have been there. Reaching for your immortal soul, to save and cherish.

And in the hours spent wrapped up in each other, I'd have loved an Angel. I'd have seen the wings and how they glide, I'd have found myself understand how one could be so lost.

Lost in love,
Lost in mind.

Dearest Darling,

My heart races daily, when I see you again. My fingers find a pen and write to you, to tell you of all the ways you ravish me. How you conquer me, how I'm lost to you because I've not given my heart to wandering women...its been given to my Goddess. My Lover in the clouds who shades me from the sun.
I write words for you with the stars, that if you ever go back home,
You may use them as guides.

And when you've made your home again, up in the embrace of a cloud with my touch.

I hope you find yourself reading them,
Those starlight sonatas I've composed for you.
I hope you find yourself remembering me, My Immortal Beloved.

The silence between us is an intricate detail. One apparent in all of our conversations. Its a detail woven in to our relationship, won by quarrels the heart rages. Nerves chattering over raging pulses. Things you hear better in the silence.
The silence we do so well.

In it we sit still with all the tiny variables, shifting and consuming the minutes.
Our atoms shift between compressed palms and we calm our nerves.

The silence gives in to the pressure of pleasure and in the still air,
We feel forefingers following follicle outlines,
Sense skin slipping,
Softly setting sculpted
Hands.
Softly and
Its silent.

Like we do so well.

Eyes lock and dread,
Knowing the silence speaks millions of moments all at once and
Dreading,
The moment the silence breaks.
When we split for now and feel the air alone and heavy.

Funny how we do it so well,

Because when I leave I feel that silence still, lingering over me.
I feel those eyes on me, those fingers and those arms holding me.
For a few minutes I'm still lost in that haze, never really wanting to leave,
And always wanting to go back.

How do you find me in these places?
Lost in my paradises where I'm never seen.

You follow me into the rabbit hole of my daydreams and
Fall with me into the arms of tragedy,
Into the arms of Gods caressing the mortal souls of Human lovers.

I'd take you anywhere,

We blink and open our eyes to the ocean around us. The sails pregnant with the gust of lovers lost. We stare out into the vast open and never cringe,
Not while our fingers cross,
Not while we travel vast and open together.

We could get lost,

Dive into the ocean and freefall to the bottom,
Physics simmer away as we float towards the center of the earth.
I hold you close as the light guides us into the abyss.

And we could aways come back,

Clasped so close as we slide upon the tectonic embrace of mother earth.
The magma heart swallows us whole,
And all there is is light,
And all I hear is your voice.
I walk towards the light and look out at the world from the knothole of a tall, proud oak.

I saw you climbing the limbs,
I watched in awe. How you shocked me.

One step ahead, even in dreams.
How do you find me in these places?

Touch the light,
How it shivers.

How it opens, frayed on the edges,
Afraid of itself.

The drawbridge is never open,
No map to find peace.

No treasure hunters paradise in my memories.

I find the walkway eluding me.
Find it at the other end of the sidewalk,
The end that's just begun.

And I've made my peace with no one.

God,
Dear Lord,
Save My Soul.

For it has been blackened by my tormentor.