Sweet Bird Song, Sweet Partings

A Poem by songstress

Shortly after, tears fall gently in reverse, small porcelain hands reached upward. "Kiss me, touch me, with sweet lilac scented fingers," pleads rang. Thereupon, Cherub was decried an aberration.

Sweet cherub sang a song of sweet splendor,
filling light within a span of black....

Decorating stark rock of obsidian,
and Charcoal frozen oceans...
Sweet cherub inquired nothingness,
"where have you parted upon living...."

Shortly after, tears fall gently in reverse,
oceans raise beyond gray sheets, and roar at nothing.
Then, obsidian yielded momentarily, and violet ripples danced...
and white wings flickered, lighted, danced and spread.
Sweet cherub sang a song of sweet splendor, and nothing responded.

Subsequently, cracks of ivory skipped along jagged rocks,
resonating a sweet echo, and shrill.

Suddenly, wings flung about.
cream gossamer danced, and
small porcelain hands reached upward.
"so, then where have you parted upon living," inquired nothing.

Returning presently,
soft shrouds met with ivory cracks...
star light bore through obsidian.
Kiss, me trilled little cherub, and comets parted gold and fluid
Then, eyes blinked away tender streams...
wings folded, and more stars danced against a backwash...
of new found midnight blue, and deep cerulean heaves.
Thereafter, filing light within a black span, tears spread diamond dust
along the sweet bell song.

Following in suit,
Cracks of ivory became fissures, which became crayons.
"Kiss me, touch me, with sweet lilac scented fingers," pled nothing...
Immediately, gossamer soft like sunlight filled
the newly formed void, and a flush of pink touched down.
Thereupon, Nothingness decried, little cherub a violation, an abomination.
Yet, sweet cherub sang on, with newly enshrouded bode.

Wings now, ebony became shielded from nothing...
Soon, sweet cherub ceased singing sweet song.
where had tender song and ode gone amongst the back drop
of midnight blue, and deep cerulean?
Where, had the pale flushed cherub flung itself,
amongst the dance of gold comets, and silver star blossoms?
where had you parted living?

To which point,
eyes closed, emerald fields danced out in ripples,
and lilac hands became rosemary... remembrance.

The seas called softly, in gentle crests upon pearl colored sand.
The wings fell to ice, flecked and spotted in an unknown grip...
The cherub, touched by nothing whispered a dying song.
Nothing cried, nothing reached with newly heated life.
Once more, gossamer wrapped nothing as modestly as it could.
gold on emerald.
Whereupon, sweet bell song was heard, but just barely
above the dance of liquid starlight.

© 2014 songstress

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Karci Clest

I'm not all that great of a writer, pretty much a beginner. So I can't really give advice, not that you need any. I love it. It's so unique, like I've read a good amount of poetry but nothing like this. It's opened a new door for me. It's truly beautiful.