RebornI grab onto my wings,And spread them wide.I have once againLearned to fly.And even though, IMay trip and fall.It matters not.He is there to pickMe up by the hand, andGuide me through my nextFew steps. I shallAlways know, when weShall see each other again.I search through, and seeAll, but do not use mortalEyes. I hear all, butDo not require mortal ears.I taste, and feel, yet doNot use a mortal sense. IAm beyond this; intoThe astral.My guardian watching overMe, as I make mistakes, andGuides me to a new direction.A moral compass that doesn'tPoint north, east, south norWest, but guides me perfectly.Though broken, I have beenRepaired. Now I seekOut a new quest; I am its heir.I fly on the winds of savingGrace. Walk on the lands ofHeavens gate. Though I doNot pass through, what youWould expect. I still liveIn the Graceland.Follow me, and you shall goNowhere, but stay behind andYou shall be led astray. LestYou let your heart be open.But closed to those w
Time stops for No ManLady luck condoles withFather time, slippingBy without a footprintIn the sand; touchingEverything, but leavingNot a mark.Metal teeth gripping in;Like the cogs of a GrandfatherClock turning everlasting.A firm grip, laced in white.The beaches lapping at theEarth. An hourglass of Gaia's Beauty.Striking grace, and nimble, FatherTime erodes the strongest of Men.No one shall escape his bony hand.Rusting cogs coming to a grindingHalt; Time setting like theCrescent moon, to let the sunRise in the horizon.
TabessaObserve from afar; ThisChild you secretly seek.Watching over her, as sheLies in bed, dreamingEver so peacefully.A smile on your face,As she nuzzle a smallBear. Protection, everlasting.Nothing ever harming.Giving a simple stare; sheSees, but does not. HearsBut not the simple wordsCalled out from the childrenAt school. She listens not toThe hateful screams of her home.But instead, to the gentle lullOf a calm voice, of a guardianNo one knows is there.Kiss her head, as she falls asleep;Dreaming so sound; making peaceA reality. Keeping ghouls at bay,Depression at rest. Doing yourEver-loving best. StayingIn shadows, but still she sees.And smiles, as her guardian stillWatches over me.
Grandmother's AngelA stranger, fallen uponHer doorstep, but pickedUp with open arms. SheTurns no soul away.Dusts them off, and takesThem in, till theyAre ready to go, but freeTo say.A smile for every occasion,A warm embracing hug; itMatters not who you are;She was never one to judge.Warm food for hungryMouths, eyes that liftYour very soul; anAngel sent in humanForm, always takingA happy toll.When sick, she mayBow and break, butStill she offered a smile.Never one to show weakness,She was indestructible.Sickness stole her mortalFlesh, but it never may stealHer embrace. Though goneFrom breathing corpse, sheHas not left this place.She was an angel sent toSave us all; a gift fromThe Gods themselves. TakenBack to her kingdom, butStill looking over thoseWho have yet fell.