Seeking your Blessings

Oh Beloved Muse

Fickle as Fortune

Diaphanous as Luck

Neglected so

Unshun your humble servant.

My thoughts are not mine…

My words

Usurped

by my heart’s turmoil.

This is my undying promise to you:

Tirelessly I will toil my way

Through to you….

seek your ephemeral blessings

pay earnest obeisances

At your temple threshold

I’ll engrave your haloed name

In every verse…

unwishing

if i dont want it too much

will it become within reach?

if i don’t hope it will come true

does it not have a better chance of becoming real?

if i always look for a way to survive

then cannot i not share it with another?

if i accept that i will never be happy

then surely i can hope that my few moments not to be snatched away?

imperfect angel

i’m watched over by an imperfect angel

what makes him human?
what makes him clay?

what makes him stay?

there are no wings
to be gained

there are no sins
to be shunned

there are no fallen
to be saved

what makes him stay?

i know
it is i
who stands in his way

and yet
i silently hope

for
another
day…