Deep Metaphoric Stuff

Fallen Angel



Flying high above the night sky,
the coolness of the distant night breeze greets my journey -
my journey down to the darkened mortal realm,
as I hear both their deperate cries and silent prayers,
all seeking for long awaited salvation.

Here I come, I come for you,
I bare with me the promise of salvation.
When I lay my warm gentle hands on yours,
I promise complete protection and comfort,
while you're sleeping soundly in my gentle embrace.
Just with a kiss of my tender lips,
will bring life itself to your aching heart,
and tears of joy to your weary eyes.

Here I come; I hear your calling, .
I've answered your calling, will you receive it?

Through your window I come, landing in your bedroom
with my feet touching the cold and heartless ground,
carrying the promise of salvation with me.
Little did I know - the angel of time was whom you seek.
your heart has no room for the angel of love.
I can't turn back time; I can't change the past.
but would you accept the promises of future which I control?

Crying in the corner, I approached you,
every forward step of of faith and courage I take towards you,
a part of me takes a step back from fear.
I reached out my hands to calm your shaking shoulders,
but clenched into a tight fist just a breath away from them -
scared of hurting a gentle soul such as you.
God forgive me - I've tried.
But the blankness of her eyes, sends blasts of snow across my face;
Her heart is emtombed within a frosted chamber that is lost in time -
The coldness of her icy lips only tells me I'm not needed here.

Losing the grace of God, I plunged from the clouds down to the mortal realm,
like a great meteor of burning flame, falling to its uncertain fiery destruction.
My wings burst into balls of flame, setting alight those pure soft feathers.
The silent drops of tears from my eyes,
are simply not enough to to put out the hungry unmerciful flame.
It's alright - where I'm going burns with eternal fire anyway.
Even when the flame tears and rips across my body and soul killing all my senses -
but nothing compares close to the pain within my heart.

It's time; my time has come.
I see the silhouette of of my shadow getting larger.
No time; I'm running out of time.
I hear the muddy ground opens up to greet me.
I close my eyes, sending one last drop of tears down my cheeks -
and I realise...
I'm no angel after all, I don't bring salvation;
I'm but a fallen angel, who fears the flame -
but come to close and you'll get scorched.
Only God can grant me salvation -
Father, I'm coming home.

Chungy
(dedicated to all the heart broken people in the world who has problems forgetting their painful past & not having the courage to love again.)