Broken halos

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

They whisper to me of zietgiests
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 whipser only of broken halos.
Stretching the mortal coil
they swollow all their pride.
Sniffing the fragrance
Autum 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 thats left.
is dream