Angel's Reverie

As we start the day
It slithers along the walls
Making most's skin crawl
Leading down a dark hallway
As the stones begin to give way
And the walls speak and whisper
The faint melodies drift silently along
Of ancient, long-forgotten songs
The library doors creek
Only to speak of desolation
And resign to acceptance
The books crippled
Their pages bent
Accenting the script along your sight
Written in the air
Beautifully composed by one of mind so fair
Walking down the stairs
To a bedroom up there
With a bed on the ceiling
Windows on the floor
And a picture on a wall that's just a little bit off
You go fix it, but fall through a window
And follow the shards
As you land by a lake
The wind blows through the trees
To scatter all the leaves
Upon the still, crystal clear waters
Above the fish that gather and sway
Below its surface
Each and every day
Watching the twilight moon
Left in the sky by the sun
Without a single star
Shining down from oh so far
Towards a book bound in chain
Upon its cover
You see my name
Inside is my story
From beginning to end
And you can read it
Every now and again
Read of my poems
Read of my songs
Read of my story
I've written for so long
Maybe then you can finally see
This Wandering Angel's waking reverie

by TheWanderingAngel
posted on 08/25/2008