Broken Halos
by Kabookie

They whisper to me of broken halos 
soft spoken, nonsensical, daydreams. 
Dew drops of....something. 

They whisper to me of zeitgeists 
throwing themselves into the currents. 
Laughing at the livestock 
pulling out their hair, 
Wild, free, flowing. 

They whisper to me of angels 
tantalizing me. 
They speak only of the moment. 
And I stand nonplused, 
and sigh. 

They whisper, they dance, 
they look into the hourglass. 
They live, they love, 
and martyrs they become. 

Flowing with the currents 
they whisper only of broken halos. 
Stretching the mortal coil 
they swallow all their pride. 
Sniffing the fragrance 
Autumn and musk. 
They dive 
Never to rise. 

They scream of broken halos. 
Filling themselves, 
Trying themselves, 
Finding themselves, 
Like I. 

And their quixotic malady 
plucks on every string. 
Slowing the beat 
their feet sticking to the shells. 
Blood flows rapidly 
four rivers cross. 
The gates are locked 
and Adam cries for Eve. 

The current slows, 
The charm has flown, 
and all that's left
is dream