Lost song of an angel

 

Melody sings to the rain,

her voice cracking through

the grey gloom like a rainbow

painting the sky in colour.

She sings and her voice is light,

pushing the night away

and allowing the sunshine in to stay.

Or at least it did.

But now

she walks along

the granite paving stones

of this city she calls home,

but now her song

doesn’t hold her tight

like it used to do.

The words obstructed

by a world confused.

 

Melody feels unsteady.

Her rhythm no longer flows.

Her voice no longer as heady.

Her words stopped dead.

She felt lost, was this the cost

of a voiceless songstress?

To walk aimless just

feeling her feet pounding

the concrete into dust.

 

She needed to feel complete.

A part of her felt empty,

her heart didn’t beat.

The rhythm had no backing

to keep it in sync,

and as the clouds covered the sky

She let out a cry piercing the heavens.

Why? Why can’t I feel loved?

Why can’t I feel I belong?

Where are the words

for which I’ve searched

for so long?

 

Just behind the clouds,

at the same time

as another wish

was being spoken aloud,

something miraculous.

The stars glistened extra bright,

they listened to the words

and they burst into life.

A cosmic wave

crashing across space,

imperceptible to us,

just miracles in the star dust.

 

To Be Continued 

To wish upon an angel

 

Billy sits

where he sits most days,

invisible to most,

just sunk into place.

The path of least resistance.

He just sits in compliance,

completely in silence

as his days pass aimlessly.

 

Head down,

fixates on the ground

in his own private hell.

Billy avoids the feet all around.

He never lifts his gaze,

for seeing eyes can see in

and see the nothing

he believes is him.

 

He slouches. His stance

looks older than his years.

He tries to become small,

foetal position would be perfect,

for then feral hive mind of a world

would not see him.

Thoughts drift from melancholy

into wispy melodies,

and he writes the words in his notepad,

hidden so no-one can see.

 

For he longs

to hear the wordless song

of an angel

sung on the station air,

as he would pray to her,

to let his words become

the lyrics to the tune.

In his heart that barely

moves from its seat

he knows that he will

not hear that beat.

 

Outside the night starts to fall

and as he whispers his nightly wish

a shooting star sparkles

for just a brief kiss of time

before sending out ripples

through the cosmos,

like an invisible shock wave

cascading towards a beach.

 

To Be Continued... 

Evening in still haven

 

I sit there in faded obscurity

like a silhouette that blends in

with the darkened scenery.

From the table down the way,

the obnoxious screech rips the air

like nails tearing through my sanity.

Voices louder than my thoughts

and my thoughts are screaming

in agony trying to get out.

It’s not even late, but the grating sound

of drunken slurs starts to encircle me.

And I think did that used to be me

in a life lived previously?

 

I sit in my own still haven,

the bubble of protection

I cast around myself.

I throw my hearts notepad open,

and take out my soulful pen,

I pour my thoughts

onto the page, then I scramble them,

like eggs in a pan.

I season them liberally,

feelings setting the scene,

until I’m describing a dream

that will open doorways

into the caverns of my mind.

Why? Because I can,

there is no masterplan, just to explore

who I am, where I’ve been,

and what this could all mean.

 

The screech jolts me back into reality.

The small artsy bar, strangely busy,

but I’m away at sea,

letting the waves wash over me.

And for a moment I hear

gulls in the screeching

Like they are feasting

on the food that is me,

A chip wrapper left

sat on a secluded beach.

 

My thoughts lay out in front of me,

that one heart I see when my eyes close,

the state of the world as it all erodes.

The sea, the tide

crashing every morsel thought

into dust at my feet.

I think of people I’ve lost, wondering

what the decor is like there?

Wondering what music is playing?

And do they have answers

to the questions I am laying out on my page?