Scared Angel

Love you Xavier said just before he drifted back to sleep.Love you more I said playfully.Not a chance Xavier said fully awake now. Im bigger I can contain more love.Im smaller therefore my love particles are more compressed which means I can fit more in.Xavier laughed. That argument makes no sense. Overruled.Im just basing it on how much I miss you when youre not around I countered.How can you possibly know how much I miss you he said. Have you got some sort of built-in miss-o-meter that can give us a readingIm a girl of course I have a built-in miss-o-meter.

Are you gloating inside Thats what this is about isnt it Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face ...I get that youre angry said Patch.I am ripped apart I shouted.

He could totally be your boyfriend Angel went on with annoying persistance. You guys could get married. I could be like a junior bridesmaid. Total could be your flower dog.Im only a kid I shrieked. I cant get marriedYou could in New Hampshire.My mouth dropped open. How does she know this stuff Forget it No ones getting married I hissed. Not in New Hampshire or anywhere else Not in a box not with a fox Now go to sleep before I kill you

I beg you help me in angelic charityPray my efforts will reflect your mastery

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But theres music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

I had a dream about you. You told me you circled three words in three books scattered in the Library of Alexandria the one that supposedly burnt down centuries ago. You wouldnt tell me what words what books or give me any clues at all so I just assumed those three words were I love you and I thought about that while I made love to a being of light who made sure I was completely dry the whole time so I didnt get electrocuted.

Her eyes were of different colors the left as brown as autumn the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old or thereabouts her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God it seemed had withheld that possibility as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touchedby genius by madness by the Devil or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever. p.33

I had a dream about you. You were writing names and numbers in a book and I asked if that was a phone book or the Book of Life. You answered in a way that blinded me with light and I grew afraid. So I said Hey what is that over there and I pointed over your shoulder and when you turned to look I scribbled my name on the bottom of page one.

There are very few things that live in both this world and the world of dreams. Most are gods angels and demons. The Stone you hold was made by Vlad Valkire the son of an angel and a demon. By the divine blood that ran in his veins Valkire could see the light and hear the song of creation -- if only as glimmerings and whispers. Over time he became aware of the light and the music and as he grew so did his understanding of it. At the age of twenty two he began his greatest labor -- the making of the Wyrd Stones. In them he captured the light and song of creation and by them some of the powers of gods angels and demons fell into the hands of elves and men. A sorcerer who knows its secret may -- like a god angel or demon -- stand with one foot in this world and another within the world of dreams. Your Stone is a gateway into the world of dreams Luthiel. When you sing it opens and you are in part taken there. Others who hold a Wyrd Stone like yours may know when someone crosses into dream. When you sang I could hear you quite clearly.