vulnerable self

They say the world is broken, fallen to fragments in the wind.

How can this be when I see the dancing magic and intoxicating music flowing from the ground?

I have been waiting for some time.  Sitting on this rock staring at the moon and stars.

They say the world is possessed, filled with rage and fire.

How can this be when I see life unfolding into exquisite madness and beauty soaring in the sky?

I have been dreaming for some time.  Laying in the fields with the fawns and their does.

And then you jet in, black with terrified pain.  

Arriving with thunder on your wings.

Your screams still screeching in the howling night.

I hear it tearing into you and feeding upon your most vulnerable self.

It has been hanging onto you for the longest time.

I hate the taste you leave when I'm crying

yes, I hate your noise creeping by as I lay here in the silence.

The tiles cracking and your heels grabbing every corner.