Oh, should I have a dress made of sunlight,
Embellished with dewdrops from heaven;
And a crown on my head full of stardust,
From stars that will dance on my head top.

The morning shall curtsy to me,
I, the maiden of light.
The sky will acknowledge my presence.
The earth will rejoice with the heavens.

Oh, should I have a dress made of sunlight
and the stars atop my head,
I could gnash my teeth at darkness,
and darkness will run and hide.

I've suspended my attention, now I'm
                         --outta control.
I'm flying in the ethereal world,
                                   --I've lost my soul.
And once upon a time, upon the future
                       --long passed,
I saw the heavens build my soul
                           --The only one like that.

Heavens Dressed In Cobalt Velour,
Snow Draped Upon A Forest's Floor.
Night Yielding Adorning Decor;
Starlight Swirling Beneath Time's Oar.
Tides Of Wonder Slosh Against Shore,
Smooth Silence Drawing An Encore.
Transparent Sun Seeps From A Spore,
Vacant Words Cease *Forevermore

And then it was daylight.
You lay next to me still sleeping,
The crisp scent of your everlasting
Youth
Dwelled in the air.

Oh how the night
Had sung.
The stars came to us
Kissed your fingertips,
Your hands.
Your hair.

We grew together,
Glowing red like fire.

Next to me you awoke.
A drop of sea
Formed,
In the corner of your green eyes
And fell
Down to the earth.
Small rivers on your face.
You let go of the ash
You keep.
The masks you wore
Are no longer yours.

I could see the happiness bloom in your soul.
Oh the happiness,
Oh the small
Gifts
You give to the heavens.

Found beneath silk like wrappings
Smoldering barely, the coals create,
The Embers of my innermost, the splendor
In light and warmth; our light blue,
fluffy white deception hides the truth
As it dwindles and grows transparent
And the Twilight is made of dark hues
Accentuated by points of distant light
Numbering more than can be imagined.
Points of light stabbing through
Unfathomable distances between
Incredible places, unobtainable
As we realize and reluctantly accept
our place amongst the countless others.
Truths at first alarming until
surreal sets in to soothe and
ease the discomfort of knowing
How unimportant and miniscule indeed
We are not the center of creation.
We are simply One more
Of the countless others, Looking out
Wondering how?

Beyond the yellow and black clouds
And into the red sky.
Silver archangels guide and guard me on through.
Its sort of like my dreams mixed in with my thoughts of reality.
Does not seem real at all.
But I cannot tell you how much beauty there is as I am looking and flying by these archangels.
Their wings have every color that exist.
Beyond the red skies and into the blue, there is a floating island with a clear pool of water.
As I stand before the pond I see in the reflection of the water that I am also one of these archangels.
The others all kneel and have a drink of the water.
I do the same.
I look like them and they look like me.
They then go toward the edge of the island and stand and wait.

Abroad the mystical veil, neath me and mine queen's feet, firmament of wonder, a singing Nightingale. The Ring nebula, an escort in the ample ether;  none weather, to defeat ourn handheld excursion. Across we cameth, to an unlikely diversion; a black hole ******* the innard's of anything to it's course. Nothing couldst escape it, I hadst to saveth mine Reyna; I threweth mine rose to the side; the whirl pool galaxy, I jumped inside the abyss, none remorse. Tis, I hadst to protect her, from the unholy beast, it needed sacrifice, I Gaveth it mine life; so mine empress couldst liveth in peace. Though the end didst not draweth near, as the Stygian cavity sought; I Gaveth mine blood, for mine amare and wife, as the gloomy pit didst not realize, I was already a spirit. A spirit of love.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry