The Angel from my Nightmare

Breathe..

If I run, I will see the light.

A few more paces

And certainty will secure me

Within the embracing sunlight.

If reason had me, were reason with me,

My intuition would not have let

My aching feet halt,

and my speeding pulse slow.

Yet, on the other side of me,

My eyes glimpse, forsook

another lighting

descending from the trees.

Celestial is his face,

I fear.

Of alabaster throat and forehead,

marble image.

Breathe..

Yet, I know

That with one touch the end is near.

For his eyes are ablaze!

Gold heated on coals,

Power transmitted from the orbs

Bore into my distorted form

As I stood in front of him,

Paralyzed.

His fury is my end.

His wish is my command.

And if he were smooth,

were smooth soothing

would I sink in deeper and drown.

For if infatuation were sweet

as sweet as honey

as sweet as his voice

melting my fears,

would I sleep peacefully.

But love, no!

Love is what tears down all,

For sweet he is

And deadly his hand,

His lips my doom.