'I beleive in Angels' she said
as her heart beat slid into a sequence of rhythmic verve.
Strangled by fear based ideas,
she had sat to meditate, but kept coming back to the fact
that she was Terrified of her own feelings.
She did not know the meaning of her relationship,
and why should she??
She had yet to come into her own wisdom.
'I Demand to slip into the heart of magic' she said,
frustrated in her own thoughts and hoping to remove herself from time.
When the relationship began she had wrote:
"Hold on to the tail of the dragon as it pulls you aimlessly at times."
She saw the similarity between the climax of spirit
and the climax of physical being.
She was experiencing something new and yet so old.
She enjoyed the lifting but,
she was terrified it would end before it even began.
Countless times she would poise herself in thought*
stupid thought ;-)
Should the tail whip her loose from her hold,
she might tatter a while in the fields and folds of the earth.
Aimless, lost, yet gentle as a soul might be.
And answers are sometimes found in the
mazes of the earths surface.
"I Do believe in Angles" she said
But do Angels believe in me?
Should I hold true my inner power
then maybe, just maybe my strength will show..
then maybe, just maybe....... *