A First Encounter of Divinity

Divinity isn't always flashing lights and wings

I have always known

at one time or another

I would come into contact with the divine.

It did not happen

in the face of god

or in the bittersweet hymns

but in the simplicity

of his lovely voice

and in the embrace

of what very well may be an angel.

 

When we think of angels

we most often think

of creamy wings

of glowing skin

of perfection and new hope

but imperfection is angelic.

For I truly do adore

how his do muscles mold together

how his skin is gently draped

freckled and dotted

and when I am not thinking of these things

his voice does caress

my willing ears

with promises that will not be kept.

 

As our romance unfolds

we hold each other

among the fog

the light house cuts the darkness

just as your velvet prose

brings my fear to an end.

We lay here now

In the darkest of rooms

on the coldest of nights

together we watch the hours

drop with the moon.

And there's no where else

I'd rather be.

 

Yet I can't help but doubt

these feelings I do

in an apathetic song

the room feels dark

and the night feels cold

the hours do not drop

but they carefully peer

at the concerned frown

lit by the moon.

And there's no where else

I'd rather be.

 

Because the day will come

as it always does

we will walk

hand in hand

on a sun kissed path

in a golden trail

once again he will sing

a melody with the waking birds

tales of adventure

our minds will wander

on every path we did not take

but they will wander together

and this harmony

is pure divinity

envied by heaven

and romanticized

by earth.