Angels don’t walk Earth
28 July 2015
Evening expands
Its mantle shade for all souls
Some darkness, some light
The moon rises slow
In inky horizon stares
At my downcast face
A flutter nearby
Responding to twist in chest
Angels don’t walk Earth
Skies dark split open
Gathering essence of me
As it gushes forth
Night sleeps in my heart
That beats so slight to wane tunes
Ice cold and withered
Darkly beautiful, balanced on the edge of melancholy but not quite crossing that threshold. There is also a note of despair, that turned to resignation … almost as though the speaker has resigned her / his self to darkness, the fight / spark seems to be gone. This, I think, is where I found the saddest note in your poem.
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In search of balance both darkness and light must be let in when one seeks balance through stillness. Perhaps what you perceive as resignation is the initial yielding to the disappearance of the idea of duality when letting in the concept of darkness while stilling the mind in terms of any judgement impulse that may arise
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What confused me was the reference to a cold, withered heart, and a downcast face … your explanation clears that up and adds a new dimension to the poem, thank you 🙂
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The downcast face refers to the idea of not wanting to look at the moon or the deception of duality it represents with its blend of light and darkness. The cold heart reference is owing to the fact that everything is experienced through the Heart and because the Heart usually perceives Love as warmth, it must also perceive Love as cold to rid itself of duality. In the same way, because all experiences are going through the Heart, it tends to wither when the experiences are extreme and perhaps not carried out in the right way 🙂 . We falter and then find our way
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Thank you for this explanation – getting to know your symbolism also helps me to better understand you 🙂
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