the velveteen seraphim

where the road ends a journey begins

for every wish made a winged seraph sins

take my hand and guide me through

this uncarved path, for without you

i am the lamb who has strayed from the herd

silence is golden, jason's fleece is a word

so the lion fell in love with the lamb

and so you were my angel, though all that i am

is a handful of ashes, and ashes to dust

torn to the four winds by your whisper's gust

all left behind in the palm of your hand

is my gossamer heart, each silken strand

of spider's thread holds whispered dreams

and soon you have me ripped apart at the seams

flights of fancy steal my soul

take these fragments, make me whole

that i may breathe and love anew

the song within my heart sings true