Angel Eyes by Ayla Rogers

Angel Eyes by Ayla Rogers

Angel eyes with fire for my fugue,

A siren song of call-and-response redemption.

You never cared much for looks,

They would shoot you

Down every time

You try to care.

Gaze of admiration,

Quick can turn to fear.

The one you love was blessed

With fruit uncomprehending.

Knowledge always comes

Too soon, doesn’t it?

But you,

You take it

All in stride.

Straddling the vast divide,

Between the gates

Of lust and hate.

Angels,

Fumbling through the fury of their fate,

Find solace at the fairness of your face.

But all too soon,

These haloed falcons falter,

And fallen glory rings with hallow praises.

They would crumble to their knees,

To have you knight them

With the sober of your tongue.

Tied with words too grand for comprehension,

Blessed with fruit, uncomprehending knowledge

Always comes to soon.

Doesn’t in hurt?

The way you have to swallow

All those empty promises?

And beam between the talons

Of such low-flying birds of prey…

With me—this is the only cross I need

My heart to have a happy death.

You bleed like angels cry,

Like children paint

Their pictures of the sky,

With more meaning than substance,

Like literal should surely reap repugnance.

With honor, and a gun

They couldn’t pry

From your razor teeth.

--the gleam, the light—

Diamond sharpened blade,

--from the corner of you eye,

Brought to the edge.

The analogy wore such loose lips,

And spoke with such crude pucker.

Lover, you wear such noble feathers

I won’t be kissing you goodbye.

It’s hawks that have not lips for doves

But worms that know the consequence:

I will not want the sun again.

                                                                                                                                                               

Poem of the Day: (“With a glance of your eyes...”)

by Rabindranath Tagore

XII

With a glance of your eyes you could plunder all the wealth of songs struck from poets’ harps, fair woman!

But for their praises you have no ear; therefore do I come to praise you.

You could humble at your feet the proudest heads of all the world;

But it is your loved ones, unknown to fame, whom you choose to worship; therefore I worship you.

Your perfect arms would add glory to kingly splendor with their touch;

But you use them to sweep away the dust, and to make clean your humble home; therefore I am filled with awe.