Well now little girl... welcome to love.
Okay... so there is a time and a place for this to happen. And it is not now. This is not the proper time or place for this to occur. This is supposed to wait. Until I am ready. Until I know how to cope with it. This is not supposed to happen here, not yet. But he wrote it anyway...
The wind blows cold over turquoise grass, the blades swaying in the air’s persuasion. Crescent bladed moons stand in tripod formation over the darkened grassy hilltop. Stars flecking the black sky only offering their light in condolence of the shards of moonlight. Your sapphire eyes lift to look over the hilltop, a cliff pointing out into the horizon where the world seems to end. Feet heavy in non-existent mud of past travels you step closer. Shadows tug at your wrists and arms pulling you back telling you to stay. Your boots sift through skulls and bones of skeletons once living in closets, now out in the open and dead. Sapphire eyes blink to a light at the cliff; you shy away not used to it, the shadows wanting you back and giving another tug. Slowly you trudge and it becomes clear. A man stands on the jagged cliffs edge, the cold wind brushing strands of blonde hair across steel blue eyes that look up to meet yours. Nothing magnificent, nothing amazing, just something different about him. Your shadows hiss again and pull but you know for sure now what you want as you step forward. A pale light seemed to curl around him like caressing winds of white. His eyes so familiar yet kept afar stares into yours beckoning. A single hand raised out palm up to you, waiting for you to take it. Years, months, minutes, seconds pass seeming to be frozen before you reach out and touch his fingertips then realize it was all in an instant. His skin felt warm, and to the touch your shadows curled away. They knew they kept you as long as they can but darkness only stays for so long. You realize the shadows left scars of their past and you shy away taking back your hand. The man says nothing and shakes his head slowly and raises his hand again palm up. Accepting. You swallow hard and bite down on your lip, indifference shrouding you. Sapphire eyes look up suddenly as warm fingertips brush your cheek, indifference melting away. He nods slowly and you take his hand gripping it soft with care, but tight enough to never part. His arms wrap around you and your heart skips, warmth coming to your body. His forehead setting against yours, “I’ve been waiting, and I’m glad you are here...” came his voice like a melody to your soul. With a step back in his arms you fell, both of you, knowing that even in the end if you crashed you crashed together and he’d be there to help with the pieces. Together you sank into the unknowing with all the faith your hearts could bare. Your words never being able to encompass what had finally happened...
and I responded...
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” His voice was liquid. His eyes flared up and I fell into his arms.
He whispered soft, sweet nothings as he held me close to his chest. My mind raced and I wept. I couldn’t remember the last time someone so warm and loving had wrapped me in themselves. I felt safe, finally safe, secure, comfortable, and finally home.
I had found home. But what to call it? I had never had this, surprising I knew what it was. I didn’t really, but this felt right. I needed a title for this new found heaven. So that it could never leave me and I would never lose it.
“What’s your name?” I whispered hoarsely. I hadn’t spoken aloud in weeks.
“I don’t know. Well, I don’t remember.”
“What should I call you?” I pleaded.
“Angel.”
I wanted to say something smart, something witty, but I didn’t. My throat hurt and I didn’t want to strain it. He pulled me to my feet and then picked me up completely. I was engulfed in the flaming ice of his blue eyes and just barely managed to encircle his neck with my arms.
He carried me to the street, out of the dark, dank alley. The streetlights were on. They shined into his eyes, making them spark. He seemed more than angelic in that moment, my savior. I buried my face into his shoulder and started to cry again.
“How long have you been running?” he asked. His voice was timid and unsure, but the question was direct and penetrating.
My mind reeled. How long had it been? How many masks had I worn for how many people? I didn’t even know. I closed my eyes on all the pain that welled up in them. More tears fell.
“That’s a long time.” He spoke without hesitation or judgment. His steps fell solid on the pavement as he carried me up the street. I didn’t worry about the broken disguise I had left behind in the alley. I didn’t think on the monsters I used to dance for. I thought of this Angel and nothing more.
He carried me through the streets toward the end of the city. Away from the back alleys and filth. Away from my sins and regrets. The streetlights flickered out and sunrise burst over the cityscape behind us. I looked up into the ice of his eyes and knew I was safe. I bit my lip and buried my face again. He spread his wings and carried us both away from all the fears and pain we had ever felt.
The wind blows cold over turquoise grass, the blades swaying in the air’s persuasion. Crescent bladed moons stand in tripod formation over the darkened grassy hilltop. Stars flecking the black sky only offering their light in condolence of the shards of moonlight. Your sapphire eyes lift to look over the hilltop, a cliff pointing out into the horizon where the world seems to end. Feet heavy in non-existent mud of past travels you step closer. Shadows tug at your wrists and arms pulling you back telling you to stay. Your boots sift through skulls and bones of skeletons once living in closets, now out in the open and dead. Sapphire eyes blink to a light at the cliff; you shy away not used to it, the shadows wanting you back and giving another tug. Slowly you trudge and it becomes clear. A man stands on the jagged cliffs edge, the cold wind brushing strands of blonde hair across steel blue eyes that look up to meet yours. Nothing magnificent, nothing amazing, just something different about him. Your shadows hiss again and pull but you know for sure now what you want as you step forward. A pale light seemed to curl around him like caressing winds of white. His eyes so familiar yet kept afar stares into yours beckoning. A single hand raised out palm up to you, waiting for you to take it. Years, months, minutes, seconds pass seeming to be frozen before you reach out and touch his fingertips then realize it was all in an instant. His skin felt warm, and to the touch your shadows curled away. They knew they kept you as long as they can but darkness only stays for so long. You realize the shadows left scars of their past and you shy away taking back your hand. The man says nothing and shakes his head slowly and raises his hand again palm up. Accepting. You swallow hard and bite down on your lip, indifference shrouding you. Sapphire eyes look up suddenly as warm fingertips brush your cheek, indifference melting away. He nods slowly and you take his hand gripping it soft with care, but tight enough to never part. His arms wrap around you and your heart skips, warmth coming to your body. His forehead setting against yours, “I’ve been waiting, and I’m glad you are here...” came his voice like a melody to your soul. With a step back in his arms you fell, both of you, knowing that even in the end if you crashed you crashed together and he’d be there to help with the pieces. Together you sank into the unknowing with all the faith your hearts could bare. Your words never being able to encompass what had finally happened...
and I responded...
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” His voice was liquid. His eyes flared up and I fell into his arms.
He whispered soft, sweet nothings as he held me close to his chest. My mind raced and I wept. I couldn’t remember the last time someone so warm and loving had wrapped me in themselves. I felt safe, finally safe, secure, comfortable, and finally home.
I had found home. But what to call it? I had never had this, surprising I knew what it was. I didn’t really, but this felt right. I needed a title for this new found heaven. So that it could never leave me and I would never lose it.
“What’s your name?” I whispered hoarsely. I hadn’t spoken aloud in weeks.
“I don’t know. Well, I don’t remember.”
“What should I call you?” I pleaded.
“Angel.”
I wanted to say something smart, something witty, but I didn’t. My throat hurt and I didn’t want to strain it. He pulled me to my feet and then picked me up completely. I was engulfed in the flaming ice of his blue eyes and just barely managed to encircle his neck with my arms.
He carried me to the street, out of the dark, dank alley. The streetlights were on. They shined into his eyes, making them spark. He seemed more than angelic in that moment, my savior. I buried my face into his shoulder and started to cry again.
“How long have you been running?” he asked. His voice was timid and unsure, but the question was direct and penetrating.
My mind reeled. How long had it been? How many masks had I worn for how many people? I didn’t even know. I closed my eyes on all the pain that welled up in them. More tears fell.
“That’s a long time.” He spoke without hesitation or judgment. His steps fell solid on the pavement as he carried me up the street. I didn’t worry about the broken disguise I had left behind in the alley. I didn’t think on the monsters I used to dance for. I thought of this Angel and nothing more.
He carried me through the streets toward the end of the city. Away from the back alleys and filth. Away from my sins and regrets. The streetlights flickered out and sunrise burst over the cityscape behind us. I looked up into the ice of his eyes and knew I was safe. I bit my lip and buried my face again. He spread his wings and carried us both away from all the fears and pain we had ever felt.