A LITTLE DRINK A LITTLE SMOKE, A LITTLE HOPE (Brian Kraklau 3:43am 12.12.11)

one evening,

glasses going round,

hearts full of life,

and souls shining bright,

the voices around speak of new beginnings, speaking nearly full of hopes and dreams,

I,

myself,

did not feel as such,

I sat in my corner,

I smiled,

I spoke lightly,

almost happily,

yet my own heart spoke in different tunes,

I longed for that dream

one that scrapes through my brain even now,

 

and it was then I saw her,

 

this angel from a forgotten dream,

oh such a dream so vivid as this,

her voice rang like the wind

with a warming tone of summer's whistle

of the highest golden goddess,

long legs that couldn't keep still

bright eyes that had me entranced

in this midnight hour

her lips didn't even quiver,

yet songs of angelic birds  rang in my ears

waking me from my long dark thoughts

of the night,

a bright and beautiful new hope,

 

stars,

the sky's eyes

the moon on my face

a new light

tonight

 

but this heart always falls so fast,

this bird is tied to her fingers

chained to the consequences of choices

we all must face head on

the sake of one's own love,

I tell you this,

however,

this gem will be dusted,

placed where it belongs,

right above all men and their crowns,

to be a simple tear from this angel

a star in the night sky

an angel that has taken my soul,

 

love,

I fell hard for you and broke this lock of mine,

dropping these chains off my shoulders,

just to let loose the demons from my chest

into my nights slumber,

but alas,

I am left with this gift,

one any man would be blessed to grasp

to be bestowed upon by any angel

 

the sun rises every day,

chasing away all the demons of the cloudy night

nightmares created by hands such as these,

 

are you leaving me with this one kiss of hope, when I rise to a new day.

will I be holding you come the break of night

or will this love take flight

this is not for me to tell,

for the road ahead is going to be full

sharp stones and soft beds along the way,

where it takes me I can't know,

but I only can live on this path I make

as I go,

finding my way down these dark streets,

till I feel at home,

 

so if my love is right,

she would be my light,

but if its merely a charm of the moment,

then,

let it last so I may rest my weary head,

for once the sun rises I will be on my way

down that dusty road again,

I will leave you then with a kiss in return,

so till then my sweet

good night.