Angel Descends

Angel descends,
leaves us barren,
awake, alive, blank---
a dream that is worthy.

A shower that serves
to cleanse the black,
the brown awash,
refulgent color creases.

Pricks the heart,
slight pins, needles,
desire for renaissance,
her golden return.

Live in me eternally...,
esoteric guardian,
gnostic in your truth,
in obedience, I serve you.

Leaves will rustle for her,
stags will battle beneath,
immersion for water birds;
men, in fear, clasp their reigns.

Fool who proposes
ownership, fool to
believe she wouldn't stay,
affection with no clamour.

propose condolences for
disbelief in a open
ocean of faith. Depart
from nihilism and grovel.

Offer an inviolable shade
honesty, respect, in-material,
autonomous, passionately
engaging with the ether.

Render yourself a child
who protects his mother.
Let no fever blind you
from her love and wrath.

What strength is there
that time doesn't diminish,
breaches the gap, and
harnesses your lightning?

Is there hope in an
intellectual mind, the
burning light that imagines
and remembers love?

Is there any softening
of wolves teeth with
the monuments we erect
for intuitive gentleness?

Moral imperative
can be seen backsliding
into the hallowed cavern,
tempestuous wind follows.

Power, unleashing
the extension of hands;
dispersion, lip curled
Duessa, masked in beauty.

I cannot veil the truth,
nor can I stop change,
or want, desire, loneliness,
or the fleetingness of love.

Sleep to awake.
Dreams are my memories.
these gifts are sensuous
impressions encompassing

like a shield, like a sun,
the warm beaches, a rock,
a soul behind the bitter cold,
birthed imagination and will.