Your angel calls you
From her distant doorway
Beckoning come my weary love
Into the Bigness.
Lay your armored fears
In the cradle of our hearts joined
where you may feel the pulse and light
That makes our love.
I am the chimera of your longings
The whisper of the dreams
You could never make come true
Before you came to my door.
Love the idea of us now
But expect no kiss in kind
Knowing my face must turn away
Or you will never be free.
This is how the Bigness works
Leaving you half-starved
Hungry for the touch of love's ghost
Those desires that are too small
That no longer serve
In the Bigness.
I am not the only angel calling
From the light you crave
And though you beg me to follow
This is the bittersweet truth of the Bigness
I will always leave you
You must always come into it alone.
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 11:01 AM UTC
Your angel calls you
From her distant doorway
Beckoning come my weary love
Into the Bigness.
Lay your armored fears
In the cradle of our hearts joined
where you may feel the pulse and light
That makes our love.
I am the chimera of your longings
The whisper of the dreams
You could never make come true
Before you came to my door.
Love the idea of us now
But expect no kiss in kind
Knowing my face must turn away
Or you will never be free.
This is how the Bigness works
Leaving you half-starved
Hungry for the touch of love's ghost
Those desires that are too small
That no longer serve
In the Bigness.
I am not the only angel calling
From the light you crave
And though you beg me to follow
This is the bittersweet truth of the Bigness
I will always leave you
You must always come into it alone.
This is killing me ! I just can't seem to trim it down. Need stronger images, more flowing syntax. Sparse lightning I think.
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