There was once an angel with one broken wing,
that had a vision of regrowth at the end of a dream,
woke up one morning and began fixing things
finished mending her method of flight,
again had the freedom to fly through the sky,
however fast, however high, however wrong, however right
And one day she was going about,
saw a spark of light amidst a very dark cloud,
she spoke to him and asked his name,
with no reply he only slowly grinned,
with the flash of a smile,
she was consumed by him
She stayed in captivity for a while unseen,
until again she awoke from a lucid dream,
determined to change everything
insisted she knew exactly how to break free
So she fought and she fought to knock the walls down,
but eventually found she had an easy way out,
slipped right though that crack and swore she'd never look back
As she flew she began to grow cold,
and it seemed she had forgotten where it was she had to go,
she flew in circles hoping no one would know,
but soon enough her secret was exposed
She asked for a hug,
to be reminded of love,
the way the maker had intended...
Wanting more she took out a loan
on a garden she was determined to grow
As the flowers bloomed she was again consumed
by the power of the spark,
as light shined through, her keeper knew,
she was ready again for what only he could do
She was surprised by the spark, his eyes pure blue,
his voice of reason so fresh, so new,
a past more broken, held together with glue
than the one she was fighting,
with a blindfold and noose
She made it through a great depression,
or so her mind had made her think,
but she was still young, and so very naive
this was a plan she could never foresee
So she went along, with the bigger plan,
learning how to let things happen,
discovering life, in a completely new light
making sense of the unimagined
She spent a day in silence,
tuning the entire atmosphere out,
and when she waited for the voice to come,
she was able to hear the sound
A voice so calm and steady,
familiar sweet and heavy,
telling her she's ready,
for the test she would be getting
It told her to stop, and slow it all down,
look at things a little differently now,
eliminate hate, and jealousy,
replace it with positivity
That loving yourself is the key to it all,
the only way to be sure you can handle the fall,
the right way to get through it even if you have to crawl,
the best way to ensure, the engines wont stall
As she began to understand this,
she no longer ignored pain,
she accepted these things for just what they were,
and started living again
And on a little journey,
she took with his spark today,
she found that he had found himself,
along the broken way
Again she was consumed,
but in a positive sort of way,
never again would she look
at any spark the same
The angel and that spark,
sit now on a different level,
holding hands tight like handles,
passion burning like candles,
caught up in the blaze
her plans went up in shambles
And maybe its the shambles,
that builds the stories end,
of a love that will never be lost,
and the finding of a friend
Forgive me while I sit here,
without too much to say,
but I find I become speechless,
when our souls begin to play
Push me, pull me, love me, hold me.
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 12:51 AM UTC
There was once an angel with one broken wing,
that had a vision of regrowth at the end of a dream,
woke up one morning and began fixing things
finished mending her method of flight,
again had the freedom to fly through the sky,
however fast, however high, however wrong, however right
And one day she was going about,
saw a spark of light amidst a very dark cloud,
she spoke to him and asked his name,
with no reply he only slowly grinned,
with the flash of a smile,
she was consumed by him
She stayed in captivity for a while unseen,
until again she awoke from a lucid dream,
determined to change everything
insisted she knew exactly how to break free
So she fought and she fought to knock the walls down,
but eventually found she had an easy way out,
slipped right though that crack and swore she'd never look back
As she flew she began to grow cold,
and it seemed she had forgotten where it was she had to go,
she flew in circles hoping no one would know,
but soon enough her secret was exposed
She asked for a hug,
to be reminded of love,
the way the maker had intended...
Wanting more she took out a loan
on a garden she was determined to grow
As the flowers bloomed she was again consumed
by the power of the spark,
as light shined through, her keeper knew,
she was ready again for what only he could do
She was surprised by the spark, his eyes pure blue,
his voice of reason so fresh, so new,
a past more broken, held together with glue
than the one she was fighting,
with a blindfold and noose
She made it through a great depression,
or so her mind had made her think,
but she was still young, and so very naive
this was a plan she could never foresee
So she went along, with the bigger plan,
learning how to let things happen,
discovering life, in a completely new light
making sense of the unimagined
She spent a day in silence,
tuning the entire atmosphere out,
and when she waited for the voice to come,
she was able to hear the sound
A voice so calm and steady,
familiar sweet and heavy,
telling her she's ready,
for the test she would be getting
It told her to stop, and slow it all down,
look at things a little differently now,
eliminate hate, and jealousy,
replace it with positivity
That loving yourself is the key to it all,
the only way to be sure you can handle the fall,
the right way to get through it even if you have to crawl,
the best way to ensure, the engines wont stall
As she began to understand this,
she no longer ignored pain,
she accepted these things for just what they were,
and started living again
And on a little journey,
she took with his spark today,
she found that he had found himself,
along the broken way
Again she was consumed,
but in a positive sort of way,
never again would she look
at any spark the same
The angel and that spark,
sit now on a different level,
holding hands tight like handles,
passion burning like candles,
caught up in the blaze
her plans went up in shambles
And maybe its the shambles,
that builds the stories end,
of a love that will never be lost,
and the finding of a friend
Forgive me while I sit here,
without too much to say,
but I find I become speechless,
when our souls begin to play
Push me, pull me, love me, hold me.
