There was a time when my mind was high
and I walked within thoughts that I
gathered close to me but You don’t care
about that do you?

I had to dance upon a sticky floor
while watching who walked through the door
and bare myself as the unholy *****
all the while caring for nothing but
asking for what you might do

As if you worried about what I bared
or offered your help like I cared
You watched me with your jaundiced eye
and ignored the tears I cried
Pretending it was just the glitter as you breathed
“Hallelujah”

Like so many nights that had gone before
as I lay down upon the ***** floor
you watched me as I broke myself
like all the other nights that you knew me

Escorted to you for a private dance
your wandering hands lacked romance
the ineffectual touch of eternity
and lack of tip eventually set me free

At 8.24pm by my kitchen clock
Another angel has taken flight
Arising from the crumpled metal
of a drive home on a cold but clear night

I heard and smelt the burning tires, and the
sound of hugging metal as it embraces
I heard the desperation of the sirens
As against time, mere mortal races

To prevent a tragedy that all know will transpire
Even as they get ready to race at cautious speed
to hopefully retain the called for Angel to remain
upon an Earth where they have planted a seed

I know for a fact

First will come ‘They should have been home by now’
Then a restless pacing upon the floor
Then will come an exhausted dozing born of desperation
Interrupted by the sharp rap on the front door

Two people that are eerily dressed in the same robes
are trying to gain access to your domain
While trying to express their undying loyalty to you
They talk slowly, so calm, you remain

As a foreign language falls from their lips
And you slowly sink into a languorous mist
You hear the words that your Angel has been summoned
And the whole world stops, and you cease to exist

I hate the sound of metal kissing metal
It brings back with such clarity, the day
That I wondered why you weren’t home by now
Who knew that day, you would be summoned away?

I swing my gaze from side to side
my eyes alighting on the crowd

Hushed whispers floated around me
as the musicians tuned
rising discordantly but in perfect non sync
disjointed voices float on a non lyrical cloud

The wind dies and the universe holds it's breath
as the first tiny note from a violin doth sing
and the rest of the instruments gathered round
rise to join their voice to it's melody
collective indrawn breath adds a harmonious sound

for hours I bathe in a melodious rhapsody
of lilting fingers creating a sensuous massage
unraveling the knot in my soul, now free
delighting in the aural mirage

Taken by the hand, immersed in rapture
summoned by magick, I hear my name called
drifting in upon the tide of an age old dream
inhaling a portent that has held me enthralled

a broken spell from a blinding light
music is left hiding in the corners of a cavernous space
the accolades that thundered through the bones
is now just an echo, but I remain a statue, in place

I sat still but danced inside to every note
that buried beneath my skin
to lay a kernel of appreciation
inside my slightly bruised heart
underneath an iron clad chest
as the last note lay dying
it invites me to rest

sitting in the dark of resounding silence
I clapped until my hands bled
staring at the dark stain upon my palms
I've only just noticed the musicians have fled

***** yellow light spills from the streetlamp
Falling with a harsh and biting glow
Cascading down upon a cowered head
Like an oft abused and tarnished halo

The smell of rancid waste that rises from the gutter
Is sweetened by the fetid humanity that ghosts by
Outside the circle of light, shadows pool like blood
And a sharp wind bends distant screams into a lovers sigh

The endless stream of faceless bodies drifts by
With rough silken voices and busy hands, all named John
There is no reason to maintain a useless file of names
Of eyeless souls that have long been spent and gone

She sweats upon cracked leather seats for the ride
Heading for her cockroach infested slice of hell
At least it’s warm there and the other tenants don’t care
Where everybody sees with dead eyes and no one tells

She never looks back as she walks out the door
There are no memories there she needs to believe
For the cold hard cash that is tucked away in her boot
Her name is… *“Whatever you want it to be, baby”

I hadn't really felt the cold
in a very long time
But today, it hinted at snow
and the gray clouds lay low
heavily pregnant with rain

I've never seen the sky look so sad

At the back of the walk in robe
behind the platform shoes
and the memory boxes
I found my coat, long disused
and thought
'God, how I need you today...'

Instinctively I pulled out the pockets
and my whole world tumbled onto the bed

The one I didn't make today, or yesterday
because I could still see the impression,
on the pillow, of your head

There lay the moonbeam from the night
that you gathered me into your eyes
and the steel blue glinted metallic
ringing with laughter as you hinted
at our child resting within your sight

A sliver of sunlight glinted from the bedspread
that I plucked from the sky
on the December day you begged me
on your knees
to be the other half of your soul
and the curtain dances in the stillness
by the breeze I captured which had stroked your hair
like I do (did). I wasn't the only one without a care

My whole world tumbled crumbled from the pockets
of a coat that I never thought to wear again
because the cold could never find my skin
while you were plastered to it

I bury myself in the coat with empty pockets
as I contemplate the sky, about to cry

*I think it will be cold today