HE COULD NEVER TEACH ME THE HOURS
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
- Buddha
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=1a76FeV2-Dw
SHE TALKS TO ANGELS by BLACK CROWES
FALLEN ANGELS ARE FOREVER YOUNG, BUT MORTALS RETURN TO EARTH
A short work of fiction telling the story of a fallen angel who fell in love with a mortal ... They lived a Bohemian existence and roamed the world together like romantic gypsies, but mortals grow old, but not always and fallen angels may or may not return to heaven … This is their ambiguous story … I am just the story teller. The interpretation is for you to decide … ; 0))
He told me he was just a simple man,
ever since the rib of Eve when life began
I found him as he wrote his Book of Ancient lore
and he caught me as I tumbled to the wine-stained floor
In retrospect, it still looks like that's all there was
A simple uncluttered, unfettered life, a rebel writer without a clause
on the outside Bohemian existence; on the inside existentially rife
I was his girl and together we lived a single life
by that I mean as one; not in any sense apart
the unspoken knowledge lived quietly
hidden deeply within our hearts
we moved from town to town on the outskirts of other human lives
avoided the lies of smallville shame-hooded scorn-filled eyes
We hitched the Dartmoor pony to the single wooden trap
I hitched my skirts and petticoats up so as to avoid the wrap
of shackles that would keep me earthward bound
and heckles that would rise from less than solid ground
shackled every long dark Winter's night to him
his heckles rose with each newly anticipated breaking dawn
so why did it take me so long to realise
the disconnection from my seemingly contented gypsy life
was it something I couldn't even fathom it ran so deep
as the deepest ocean bed, even though I was his wife
in every sense except in law but then
we never followed that straight and narrow line
the confines of suburban self-made men
never bothered us or crossed our minds
he called me his little angel; I called him my prince of men
he said I talked to angels so I must have been like one of them
I thought he talked to crows; he had them in his power
he taught them tricks and they obeyed;
but he could never teach me the hours
he said I was far beyond the ways of men
that time had somehow left me alone
escaped it's notice, freed my bones
so wings could grow and I could fly
that's why he tied me to the night
by day there was nothing he could do but cry
he kept to the shadows as that was his due
the sun would raise him down if he stepped into view
he knew I knew what he was all about
no longer simple swings and roundabouts
he knew that it was only now a small matter of time
before I flew out of sight and was gone far from him and away
it just so happened one bright and glorious sun-drenched day
the shackles rusted right through in the storm-sodden night
and his heckles began to rise
but dissipated with the morning dew
the light burned out in his dark and solemn eyes
and he could see where I was at
and I could see that he was resigned
I guess he knew this day would come
as he stepped into the blistering sun that rendered him now blind
I tried to stop him, told him not to follow me
but he insisted there was nothing left for him now to be
as he freed himself from the shadows where he had clung so long
and crumbled slowly into the dust from whence he came
I shed a tear for what might have been
but I had to follow my destiny and leave him to his fate
I flew up into the blue abyss on newly formed wings as white as mist
but always safe within my heart,
the memory of another life and love exist
- AP - Copyright remains with the author
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'
HE COULD NEVER TEACH ME THE HOURS
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
- Buddha
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=1a76FeV2-Dw
SHE TALKS TO ANGELS by BLACK CROWES
FALLEN ANGELS ARE FOREVER YOUNG, BUT MORTALS RETURN TO EARTH
A short work of fiction telling the story of a fallen angel who fell in love with a mortal ... They lived a Bohemian existence and roamed the world together like romantic gypsies, but mortals grow old, but not always and fallen angels may or may not return to heaven … This is their ambiguous story … I am just the story teller. The interpretation is for you to decide … ; 0))
He told me he was just a simple man,
ever since the rib of Eve when life began
I found him as he wrote his Book of Ancient lore
and he caught me as I tumbled to the wine-stained floor
In retrospect, it still looks like that's all there was
A simple uncluttered, unfettered life, a rebel writer without a clause
on the outside Bohemian existence; on the inside existentially rife
I was his girl and together we lived a single life
by that I mean as one; not in any sense apart
the unspoken knowledge lived quietly
hidden deeply within our hearts
we moved from town to town on the outskirts of other human lives
avoided the lies of smallville shame-hooded scorn-filled eyes
We hitched the Dartmoor pony to the single wooden trap
I hitched my skirts and petticoats up so as to avoid the wrap
of shackles that would keep me earthward bound
and heckles that would rise from less than solid ground
shackled every long dark Winter's night to him
his heckles rose with each newly anticipated breaking dawn
so why did it take me so long to realise
the disconnection from my seemingly contented gypsy life
was it something I couldn't even fathom it ran so deep
as the deepest ocean bed, even though I was his wife
in every sense except in law but then
we never followed that straight and narrow line
the confines of suburban self-made men
never bothered us or crossed our minds
he called me his little angel; I called him my prince of men
he said I talked to angels so I must have been like one of them
I thought he talked to crows; he had them in his power
he taught them tricks and they obeyed;
but he could never teach me the hours
he said I was far beyond the ways of men
that time had somehow left me alone
escaped it's notice, freed my bones
so wings could grow and I could fly
that's why he tied me to the night
by day there was nothing he could do but cry
he kept to the shadows as that was his due
the sun would raise him down if he stepped into view
he knew I knew what he was all about
no longer simple swings and roundabouts
he knew that it was only now a small matter of time
before I flew out of sight and was gone far from him and away
it just so happened one bright and glorious sun-drenched day
the shackles rusted right through in the storm-sodden night
and his heckles began to rise
but dissipated with the morning dew
the light burned out in his dark and solemn eyes
and he could see where I was at
and I could see that he was resigned
I guess he knew this day would come
as he stepped into the blistering sun that rendered him now blind
I tried to stop him, told him not to follow me
but he insisted there was nothing left for him now to be
as he freed himself from the shadows where he had clung so long
and crumbled slowly into the dust from whence he came
I shed a tear for what might have been
but I had to follow my destiny and leave him to his fate
I flew up into the blue abyss on newly formed wings as white as mist
but always safe within my heart,
the memory of another life and love exist
- AP - Copyright remains with the author
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'