Angel of Reflection

 

I realize now....

  That it is a shattering that occurs 

                  When I step forth. 

    I hadn't ever noticed this before. 

In my eyes, the fallen angel of Reflection. 

 

To look upon me, is to stare directly back into      

                       your own soul...

   Only unfiltered by thine own eye. 

You will see through my eyes. 

  Through the eyes 

  Of Sound Judgement. 

You will float in the Akasha, 

  Beckoned forever now, 

        From your sleep. 

You will not rest, for the act 

  Damned 

Of turning away from your own light, 

  Upon it's reflection in me- 

      Too brilliant to substantiate. 

                  I see now....

  The act of loving ME, 

No easy feat at all. 

  For I am their dream given, 

Prayer answered, 

  Yet....

They were not ready for what they wanted. 

  I don't think any of us 

         Understood. 

Maybe some. Men seem to see

  how fear emblazons feet. 

I hadn't realized. 

  

That to love me was to find their own holy grail. 

To work for it. To befall. To never measure up. 

To have to look in the face of their own shadows terminally. 

  Afterall....

I reflect the broken much. 

  The Lost who like me, 

 Still need to be loved. 

The fragmented shadow that lodges a paradigm  

  In our flesh. 

Our DNA overcoming curses by the generations 

  Here I stood, an idiot, 

     Saying "love me". 

As if I was not asking David to slay a Giant. 

For to love me, 

  You have to face the embodiment of yourself. 

A Hell and face of, denied easily 

  When no angel is there to reflect

Demon's castings. 

   Yet I see now...

The folly of my ways. 

   Silly stupid girl.

In her, raises a Giant from its Knees. 

  That is the magic of Love. 

Foreboding. Foreshadowing. Everything Dark, 

  and everything light 

  All wrapped up 

 Between a reflection you meet, 

    Upon meeting me. 

Eyes in yours. 

  Heart thundering in thuds. 

Gut wrenched like sopping in drenched down       pours 

 

Looking upon the face 

  Of you in me. 

  It was too much. 

All of it. 

  All too much! 

How could the God's ask us, this of our love?! 

But they do. 

  And we are them, reborn. 

 

And that's why You stare at me 

  As you do. 

  You see God, 

Where our eyes meet. 

  And afterall...

 How do you greet God?! 

  Anger perhaps? 

 Tantrums? Fear! Rage! 

  Abashed? Scared? Afraid? Guilty? 

     Sheepish? 

How do we, 

  Greet God afterall?