light bringer

you stole a pair of wings from a malakhim, I.O.U
and fluttered from woman to woman delighting
in their sweet nectared kisses and spreading your
pollen-patented promises that would not bear fruit;
        you were a hardened butterfly, with
        arching wings of stained glass in a
        brilliant baby blue, apple green and a
        soft rose, lined with diamonds; no one
        could keep you in a jam jar for show
        and tell and kicks, could they?

.

you stole all the lights from the stars,
just so you could place them in your
irises and fake the sparkle in your eyes.
and you ripped all the warmth from
the sun, then wove it into your wide
cheshire cat grin so that it could smother
and pretend to be as warm as wool;
        you've been writing the whole wide
        world messages across the fading
        breath on fragile glass. but no one
        walks past your clear, colourless
        wings anymore, do they?

you need to learn that no one wants to
see all the worst parts of themselves
reflected in the condescending cool
corneas of your eyes;
        glass eyes?
        no, there's a silver lining in there,
        somewhere, right? mirrors

.

even the morningstar fell;
you're a creature of pride.

.

with wings flat against your back,
you dive from your evanescent
cloudy mind hoping that the rushing
ground will meet you;
        hoping that the rushing ground
        will embrace you?

.

and i am the earth, wide
and vast and greenwithenvy
at your glittering, clearcut wings;
so different from the twining,
suffocating vines of old even though
they're the only things i've ever really
known.

and i am the earth, wide
and vast and greenwithenzy,
i'll let my colours and sights,
be refracted through you,
sending a thousand respledent
orbs of light float through the wind,
like bubbles drifting off to lands unknown.

        and i am the earth, wide
        and vast and i'll embrace you,
        i'll swallow you whole.

.

even the morningstar fell.

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