angel from pharoah.

( pitfalls deep into the consonants of my sound,

i hear a deep black void, screaming in death echoes;

with slipping crumbles of rock, the great ledge;

on the edge of a brotherly mountain.)

*

beneath me envelopes darkness, a paradox -

of choice, letting go of the rock or holding steadfast,
to a hand,
her eyes brim with tears with every tear i move;
her heart a needle of gold,

through her kind gestures, she blesses the unseen;

god's woman,

her grace an epic of her character, feathered;

woven into the soul of her being,

and if i could write enough, i would write enough letters;

on soft, aged paper with,
cold royal ink;

my quill now bewitched by her beauty, fanatic;

in my restless attempt to capture,
that unquenchable; fleeting.

*

( unfinished works from my repertoire; unrecorded. )