Emerald Star, Tangeled Web

Pinpoints of hope in the sky. The stars wink out to me. So many to choose from, so many to hope. But which one? Crimson ruby of golden sunsets. Diamond tears of moonlit nights. Rosy pink of bubbly wine. Blackish purple of glory and riches. White gold of satin fine hair. The soft glow of emerald green light. So distant. So far away. To wish upon a star? I wish for you. Only you. To brush aside dark strands of black and feel tasseled lashes on my skin.

In a dream world where the air is cool and crisp on soft skin. In a dream world where words become woven notes and flow and laugh like water. Because in my world I want you to fly on the wings of my song. As I bury my face in your fresh, creamy skin, we lay in the forest watching the moon drift over the trees. And as we stand on the branches of an apple tree we raise our hands towards the moon in praise, our skin tinged with moonlight, you take blue silk sky and wrap it around me, cold as ice. And I want to live like this forever, and I hope you do too.

If you would only look at me. As I sit here, I cry tears of pearls. But, in a dream world where the air is cool and crisp on soft skin, you gather dewdrops, and fashion a necklace of diamonds for me. In the long waving line of grass, on a carpet of sparkling glass, I am your life.

Part Two: Two Angels

In a dream world where I am a silvery creature, a nymph, a siren, reddish gold hair a tumble of fire, the moon reflects upon the sea, a silvery pool of smiles. Take my hand of crystal spring showers, I'll show you the rainbow stars in the drifted haze. We'll watch silver finned fish dance as the water wraps around us like a shawl, in the loveliness of golden dreams.

I want to lay in a crystal castle of hewned marble and ice and watch rainbow glimmer on walls of smooth mirror. And as the colors of time swirl in the light, across the glossy surface of the sky, I want to dream of brilliant white snow. In a dream world where the air is cool and moist and your breath, soft, pearly, the wind whisper of silver bells, crystal ringing. We sit on feathery wisps of mists and scatter satin petals like snow. Snowflakes sifting to the ground like white sugar. And I want to live like this forever, and I hope you do too.

In the clouds we sleep on cottony white, as we drift above the world leaving trails of silk. We become the angels, our songs of healing honey. Our wings of burning gold, as restless as flickering flames, we fly. Through the clouds and above the moon, our hair flecked with stars, I take your hand, a sun-warmed peach and we land in a lake of rose-pink liles. And as the clouds above us roll across an ebony sky, and diamond encrusted rose petals cascade from the mist, we kiss in the light spray of a fountain.

Part Three: Heartbroken

Though in a dream world we lay asleep in scented crimson diamond, in a real world you and I have never really met. Though we have spoken and maybe smile a bit, you are still a distant star, winking out at me. I reach out a hand of flower petal, only to cut waxy skin, dark, bleeding. I cannot reach out, you will not reach out to me.

Oh, emerald star, burning bright, as beautiful as the moon, I hand over my heart, red ruby to you. You know I love you. I adore you. In your hand it quivers anad shakes, and you stand, your eyes ablazing. In your blinded anger you abuse, break, and tear my offering. Thin red paper of my heart scatter the floor. My vital organ of hope shattered as I watch in horror and the dark consumes me. Your soul slowly fades from my mind as I lay curled in a dream world where I clutch black, wilted petals and cry crystal of heartbreak. I don't want to live like this forever.

Part Four: Still

Whenever I think of you, I just close my eyes and see you blanketed in rays of silver. With palms raised to the sky, you drink diamonds, and laugh the clinking of crystal glasses. And as you brush back dark inky strands, you speak words of spun silk, my heart skitters across my chest at your glances, and you smile rainbows. I wrap blue silk sky, cold as ice, around me, velvety blue, glacial against tender skin, tracing crystal droplets of stars, lucid beads of frost. And even though, you've ripped my heart and scatter bits of thin red paper, in a dream world riding a rainbow of optimism, I smile pink shot gold. Feet, bare white, treading ripples of silver, we stroll on the shore of a river, clear water lapping our feet, rolling azure beads in it's tide.

And when we lay in a crystal castle of hewned marble and ice and dream of brilliant white snow, you take a sliver of gold and with nimble fingers shape; a phoenix, ever lasting, never dying. With a breath of pearly mist, it awakes, red and gold feathers of fire spread; smiling you send a wish of diamond hope with it to heaven making me want to cry. You kiss away crystal, and drink tears of pearls, and cast black, wilted petals into the water. It is all behind us. Because I am still your love.

Part Five: Silence

Here, from my window, I watch pearly light float over the treetops. I return my gaze to the fire, warm flickering flames of orange and red crackle, and then back to you. Your face pale and hollow, downcast, refusing eye contact, fingers dancing with the fringes of your scarf. The awkward silence continues, thick and burning, I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. Your gaunt face gradually looks up and the eyes of burning coals die. Trembling softly, you cry, mumbling of forgiveness and whisper of frightened thoughts. Your voice becomes hoarse and your words, choked by a storm of emotion.

I kiss away crystal and drink tears of pearls and cast away black, wilted petals. All is behind us. I warm waxy hands, stroke tinged skin of silvery light, and brush away dark tasseled silk. Pale clammy hands, icy against pink dusted palms, you tense when we embrace. I am your love. I am your angel. And I am-Wait.

Part Six: Realization

In a dream world we stroll across a lake of glass, our feet held up by a thin layer of liquid. Star flecked lashes glow pearly and when our fingers entwine I feel a flood of assurance. I fling the midnight material on the grass and we lay in starlight crystal, watching the sunset of crimson and purple as the midnight blue fingers of our blanket embraces the world. A flock of wild swans encircle us in a veil of shimmering light.

I watch your eyes, distant stars of green. I am reminded of emerald white and cut skin, bleeding red. I smooth my dress, the creamy lace fine as mist, and kiss the crystal that devours you. You break your gaze and brush your fingers across a crimson rose bud on my wrist, then trace dewdrops diamond. A shimmer of rainbow glint catches your eye.

Stepping out in the moonlight in exquisite loveliness a nymph catches your breath, clothed in silk that stream out like clouds. Eyes dragon dark, and hair soft, shimmery tinged blue silver. A soft sigh as weightless as an angel feather. Your features soften. And I realize that many feelings still reside, with her. Cho...that girl...

Part Four: Everlasting

I recollect my thoughts, my breath choked from rage and sorrow. I swallow hard and crush my half-formed ideas of vile poison and revenge. What we shared was not real. It never was. It was an act, forced optimism on the behalf of the other. It was only a comforted thought for me. And despite it all that I once for two years believed it was true love, I remember there was that deep set strangeness as you withdrew from my touch and cringed at my kisses. And yet, I still believed we were meant, my crush for you blinded me of all his feelings and thoughts and I never really listened to him, to listen, to know, you still loved her. What a tangled web we wove ourselves into, I brush aside twisted sticky threads.

Watching black and purple clouds swirl outside my window, and I see a ball of dirtied red fall from the sky. The phoenix lies crumpled in my hands, it's wings of fire broken and it's feathers dirtied from mud and rain. The wish of diamond hope shatters in my palm. The lover is annihilated by the beloved.

And it is so, when I cry droplets of crystal the phoenix gives a last cry, a low note of sorrow and pain, before it bursts into flames, dark sooty ash replacing where it once laid, a small chick reborns from the ashes and cries a pure note of the heart in the soul and a new beginning. And it is then I know, as the cracked crystal re-fuse the beginning of deeper meaning will change the hearts of the beholders. The phoenix is everlasting, and so is my love to whomever accepts my heart. Red ruby it shines.

The End