To Have Seen an Angel – Intermission One

Author's Notes:

This story is one of the ones I really enjoy writing. It is also the most difficult story for me to write. But every once in a while I get inspiration for the story – but sometimes its not in the way that I'd like, or in a way that I can easily integrate it into the story – like a poem… So this short intermission is an element of inspiration that struck me, but doesn't really go with any particular chapter. :) I hope you enjoy it.


To Have Seen an Angel – Intermission One – An Echo of my Soul.

An echo of my soul,
Is plain to see in my heart.
Like a breath in winter's cold,
I look for a place to start.

In I take a breath,
And hold it for a beat.
Out goes that breath,
And a bit of my inner heat.

Warmth! Warmth…
A distant thought.
Coldness, Darkness…
This is where my battles are fought.

My soul and spirit,
Intertwined like lovers.
But no matter what I do,
I still dream of distant summers.

The world! The world,
No one understands me.
My dreams are like the stories told,
Except the ending I cannot see.

My life's a story, a tale…
A lie upon the wind.
On a cold sea I sail,
And no shore can be seen for my journey's end.

Intertwined is the nature of my spirit.
Dark and light,
Oh can't you hear it?
The whispers in the night?

The Alpha and the Omega.
Life and Death,
Yet what is it I see,
As I draw my last breath?

It's him! It's him… I cannot fold.
I feel the light building inside.
The core of my human soul,
And this thing I cannot hide.

I don't want him to see,
But yet he does.
I just want to be me…
But I'm left with only the memory of who I was.

My soul! My soul,
This twisted and horrid thing.
But, yet there is the memory of love,
And warmth fills my being.

No, it is more than memory.
He gives it freely to me: his caring
Love, love, what Angel can resist?
I am left speechless, and still staring.

It seems so long ago,
He was spineless and weak.
Nay, the weakness was not his.
It was my soul that was so bleak.

I understand now,
What it means to be free.
I understand love,
And what I want him to see.

An echo of my soul,
Its just a start.
But in the end,
Loneliness will not be in my heart.

An echo of my soul,
Whispers in the night.
"Will you still love me?"
I ask, in the pale blue moonlight.


Author's Notes:

Well, its just a little poem. I hope you enjoy.

(steps on soapbox) Its been a very long time since I've updated. I've been busy with many real-life issues… "Issues"- what a horrible word. I believe that the person who invented it should be shot for cowardice. After all, "issues" are just euphemisms for a person's inability to deal with the world. We hide behind "issues" to comfort ourselves and make our troubles seem to be smaller than what they are. I think that's a terrible injustice that we heap upon ourselves every time we hide behind the "issues". (Steps down from his soapbox)

With any luck, I'll be able to overcome my "issues", and get back to some writing. This story, and the various others I have started to write, will be completed. If there's one thing about a muse… its that it always chooses its own time to make inspiration available to the writer. Now its up to me to use what I've been given. And hopefully you can forgive me for the interminable length of time between updates.

Later,
PitViper