"Find you"

Clandestine,
onyx, earth
somehow covers
hues, and you
seem lost ...
in it ...

Your radiance
cloaked ...

Angels called
and crawl too and
sift through dark
shrouds ...

Happens, you fell
happens, no blink ...
of eyes ...

happens, no hand
did catch ...
you ...
falling ...

Your curious
detachment from
flame-guarded heart
and obedient winds
caress ...

At last, your palms
press earth that
you envied--
made vile love
for, and ...
you fell ...

Piper ...
of hymns--
despondent
gem ....

Written By, Darkest Angel
Written October 10, 2010