The Angel

To end up blind, alone with you there kills me
I felt the decay wither at my crown
At the end I begin again

Perplexity ensued when we came across that dead dog
You asked me what I’d feel if you were gone
How could you know that you’d own my heart?
This mark of three: the eternity

Waiting under those falls where we said I’d meet you
Strong and sure his ideal of himself
Bathed in white, prepared self-impressed
Graceful strength, love won’t acquiesce

I’m here
I’m with you
I will always be right there

I move through the bodies
Of some beauty and a love

Your mind convinced, you think you know who you are
A golden listlessness surrounds your life
Believe the lie that you’ve told yourself!
Be a vase to withhold my soul

I’ll wait
Just out here
In a sea the black depth

Fertile, this mare!
In a death there is life!

Horses run swiftly
Always for
Some hidden thing

I’m here
I’m with you
I will always be right there