The Black Angels
Of the night.
Sometimes the design is different
The edges fray away
Those I feel across my knee
Asking me to stay
I’ve been around some good times
I also saw some bad
Without one or the other
Some were glad and others sad.
I’d never know the difference
Explain or discern
How polarity brings clarity
And the meaning of concern.
This feeling is peeling
Has blown in on this morning’s bitter wind
It’s cold and pursues desperate feelings
Love is too hard to rescind.
The chill in the wind is bitter bones
An expanse of little chance
My brain burns in agitation
Awhirl in a dangerous dance.
The distance seen between my dreams
As strings vibrate and sing
Arrangements fly out of order
And embark upon the wing.
Ideas are swirled in snowstorms
Picked up and blown away
By bitter winds and deathly rings
From green pastures to affray.
Pieces of plans are plundered
And fall like acid rain
Then pick up in the vortex of a moment
And are scattered on a desolate plain.
The street of broken hearts is flooded
As tears of blood, seep from the heart
Bitter winds know how to blow them my way
The moment we’re apart.
I look at the wind from my window
Hidden behind locked and shuttered doors
Like a spectator watching a wild animal
Ready to pounce with razor-sharp claws.
This feeling I have of dissatisfaction
It has blown in on this morning’s wind
It’s cold and promotes desperate feelings
About love too hard to rescind.
I hope and pray it will blow away
And lend me some respite
To make it through another day
And black angels of the night.
©
David Rudder
2023
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