Angelic Nothing

My angel said
"It's getting light,"
I wished that somehow
Dawn would come without the night

Before I gave in
Resigned to stay tired
Before I grieved
For prayers unanswered

"Don't say a word
It's alright that we're quiet,"
My angel seemed
To read my mind

"A gift I will give to you
Money and time won't buy
When words, they don't travel
You can give it a try

It's both big, and it's little
It's an end, and a start
It's all, and it's nothing
I give the language of my heart."

My angel's words stitched me
Like silver needles fine
Across my living patch-work
In a bold defiant line

I wanted to say thank you
Wanted to ask why
She should grant me such gift
In spite of my crimes

But alas, my angel flew
With less than a goodbye
She left as she had come
Upon my lonely sigh

Above the Wreckage (a poem)

Take some time to count your fortunes
Know that nothing here will last
Neither have they been elusive
Fading fast, fast

Don't waste your beautiful
Your beautiful life
Don't fall behind under
These tides of strife, down here

Now, you must rise above the wreckage
Up from dark times before
See it all fall away around you
See it fall, fall

Don't hold these wings in chains
These practical chains
Open these hands and let
The wind carry you away, away