Angel and Sprite

Angel sees Sprite

An Angel hung from heaven

just above the stormy sea

he saw a Sprite sing from a branch

of an elderly oak tree

She sang a tune so lovely

that he fell from heaven’s limb

wanting to be part of her

lonely moaning hymn

oh Fairy, little Sprite I see

tell me will you be mine?

I heard your broken heart cry

yes I heard your saddened whine

Angel looked around her

and saw the coming change

he rescued her from the trees branch

before the wind could maim

The air was turning inside out

the ground was heaving up

the water stirred so heavy-

the volcanoes would erupt

The fire lept up from the ground,

the water surged forth hard

Sprite hung so frightened from her tree

her escape became barred

So Angel gave up heaven

and he flew to save his Sprite

He sheltered her between his wings

and flew with all his might

Who are you? she asked in breaths

for now she couldn’t breathe

the changes all around her

made her wheeze and heave

Angel, said her newfound Saint

I’ll take you to new air

I’ll fly you into heaven-

your new home will be there

And Sprite despite not breathing

hung onto Angels wings

dreaming of the day to come

where she could fly and sing.

Angel and the Mountain

Angel stood at a mountains foot

and looked at their new goal:

to quicken Sprite with mountain air

and save his poor Sprite’s soul.

Heaven, contending his effort

had to take away his wings

giving him a lute where he

was told to sing

Sprite would listen to his songs

and would gaze at her new Muse

feeling the mood of the song

that Muse would wisely choose.

Angel sang with lovely voice

and sang the words to her

that told her of his new love

making her heart gladly stir

Inspired so they looked again

to see the mountain rise

They needed to walk to the top

in a way that’s well and wise.

Sprite leaped up and fell again

the air here was to thick

the mountain path was rocky

and her Sprite feet were too slick.

So Muse, her Angel swept her up

and carried her in arms

It’s here I’ll protect my dear Sprite

and save her from any harm.

The mountain stood up threateningly

but Muse walked up the path

This is the love thought Sprite of him

that will always live and last.

Sprite and the Sunrise

Shy to see the clouds of morn

pink with newborn sun

Sprite woke up at the mountains foot

feeling as if she’d won.

Everything was black and white

and in between was grey

Sprite saw the color pink

as a sign of her new day

Then yellow came

and hugged the rouge

the grey so ebbed away

letting the sunrise speak for itself

as Sprite began her Day.

Yellow reaches up with light

the pink was shy to show

every shade so nakedly

and so the sky would go-

Spiraling in misty winds

the pink and yellow grew

into shapes that Sprite could see

she recognized and knew

Swirls of pinked ecstacy

danced with the yellow rays

bragging of the promise of

a Sprites so newborn Day

Angel stirred and woke up

to the black and white

he turned and saw the colors

as a sign of Spritely might.

He picked her up and as she gazed

at the first colors of day

Said, Till we reach the mountain top

Sprite, let me have my way.

She smiles and she tried to breathe

her wings did flutter so

Oh Angel where you carry tunes

it’s there I’ll always go.

Angel and Sprite Meet Red

Angel with Sprite upon his back

went forward up the path

sweating with his effort

when he met the sun’s Red Wrath.

Red was nowhere to be seen

but we felt it everywhere

blaring down upon us

with the suns hard baleful glare

Angel kept on walking and

Sprite so nearly cried

watching him in effort

as he panted and he sighed

His legs were strong but buckling

his arms was long but tired

Sprite hung on and he sang tunes-

her need for them so dire

A faceless, empty monster

was the Red that we had felt

the first of many obstacles

that the mountain will have dealt

Angel stopped and rested

at the foot of a good tree

he took out his good lute

and sang to her happily-

Oh Sprite when we have reached the top

the heaven that I know-

will give the air that you so need

so let your sadness go!

He picked her up and hummed to her

the happy songs he knew-

knowing that his Sprite for him

was worried through and through

Angel my love she said to him

you do so much amaze

you’ll never leave my reach you’ll

always be admist my gaze

The day was done

the day was won

and Angel and Sprite slept

Another height so to be reached

another night so kept.

The Purple Mist of Goadham Mountain

Purple trickled from the sky

in clouds of heavy mist

It was in lavender that Angel

and Sprite finally had kissed

Like loose veils the color fell

and wrapped them up so tight

twas then the Angel felt the breath

that came forth from his Sprite.

She breathed in oh yes she did

and Angel turned and looked

Sprite fluttered and stood with him

admist a trickling brook

He kissed her then and colors flew

the yellow and the rouge

gave way to purple dominance

the  start of Heaven’s hues

Every veil of lavender that

they walked gladly through

was the mist of the mountains lake

the Angel saw and knew

Red was nowhere to be felt

the lake there was so cool

The sun was hidden from his Sprite

letting lavender rule

Angel tell me how you see

through all the mountain mist

feeling blindly through the haze-

just like our newborn kiss

The lake was quiet and abode

her Angel wasn’t lost

He’d get her into heaven yes-

no matter what the cost.

The Blue Song of Goadham Mountain

In the mountains middle

Angel and Sprite slept

The memories of their travels

were treasured and so kept

The climb was hard and tiring

but their love was so strong

so strong indeed that heaven sent

the Goadham Mountain Song:

“You rescued her from the blue sea

to sit in heaven’s throng

the blue of the sky you reach for

can only be reached in this song”

And at the mountain middle

Angel and Sprite saw

the blue sea that surged so forth

as the cause of it all

I can’t swim said Sprite

and Angel smiled

for he had so known this

He reassured

he petted her

and sealed his love with a kiss.

You can walk he said to her

and she was so amazed

she missed the eyebrow of Angel

which was dubiously raised

He thought the song of the mountain

and looked at the blue above

The heaven that they were to aim for

it was here-

it was their Love.

He smiled and kept this secret

and he pointed at a path

their journey to keep on forward

is the heaven that he so asked.

He thought of heavens limb

from which he had so fell

never expecting very much

that he would love so well

so well indeed that heaven became

a piece here on this earth

A love that knew no size or shape

no measurement in it’s birth

So heaven was her and he played the lute

and so then heaven was him

He played his lute and as her Muse

gave forth to their own heaven’s limb.

The Golden Fury of Heaven

High above in the heaven’s shore

where lakes were made of gold

where skies were shining of the bright light

 of the Oldest of the Old.

There was consensus amongst the throng

that Angel and Sprite both deserved

to sit in high heavens amongst the Old

as they had both loved and both served.

Angel was given only a lute

and Sprite had had lifeless like wings

They love with a love that none of them knew

so, inspired they’d dance and they’d sing.

Firey waves of gold then shot from

the empty blue skies up above

and Angel then smiled

and kissed his dear Sprite

for he knew it was for their good Love

Sparkles of gold sparked round and about

the squiggly lines fell and sang

with twinkling noises onto the ground

the music resounded and rang

The blue song of Goadham was their big test

the blue song a testing score

Angel denied himself possible rest

always striving for more

Heaven leaped forward and met them halfway

the fireworks would dance and sing

at this point Angel knew all was all right

for he had been granted his wings.

The Flush of Green

Sprite stood up on a green mound

shaky from all the new air

Her wings fluttered up so readily

The wind blew through her fine hair

Angel watched her so eagerly

wanting so badly to see

the changes that show

that Sprite could know

that she was an Angel to be.

Fluttering fluttering Sprite

leaned forth and kissed a small budding flower

a Baby grew forth, crying in glee

at Angel and Sprite’s winning hour

Green then exploded oh! all around

the trees and the ground were no more

naked with stone

and animal bone

for green was now there to astound.

The meadow was flush

and the flowers did sway

and the trees beckoned with

the good wind

Sprite was singing in Angels arms

singing her Baby’s first hymn:

“Every moment from this one forth

We’ll fight and protect you

Valiant, vulnerable in your young eyes

and covered in every good hue.”

Heaven then lifted Sprite up

and gave her new Angel wings

she held Angel’s hand

and looked at the land

so green it made her heart sing.

Every step that Baby took

the green did sprout from there.

Soon when we’re up at the mountain top

there will be green everywhere.

An Array of Hues

The blue of the sea stayed deep and calm

the blue of the sky so swelled

with the stretch of  heaven’s new limb

meeting Angel and Sprite

where they dwelled.

They climbed with Baby to the top

with green bursting forth everywhere

and Red wrathing down

from time to time

With Angel and Sprite never scared

Yellow and rouge

would come faithfully

always promising Day

Gold would come forth especially when

Baby had something to say

Lavender would be the coolest of mists

shielding them from the Red Wrath

Angel and Sprite made home where they were

knowing every good mountain path

Baby then introduced orange to them

seeing it in the earth’s flowers

they sang to him spiriting hymns

especially at the night hours

Green would rise

red would wrath

the gold would often come

and orange would faithfully line the sky

when the day was done.

Sprites skin was glistening

with Angel’s happy tears

I could do this he said and flew forth

for an eternity of years.

Symbiosis of Color

Baby then ran all about

yes he ran all around

Angel and Sprite did marvel as

Baby grew on heaven’s ground

He grew so tall and then

as he ate honey from a tree

he spread his wings and looked around

and oh what did he see?

he looked down from his limb

of heaven where he grew

he saw the mountain that he loved

the mountain that he knew

A sprite was hanging from a tree

at the oceans shore

And Baby’s heart so leaped for her

her song he so adored

In a world of black and white

her air turned inside out

the ground heaved up

her time was up

And Baby looked about

Every color shone for him as he left his world

given music as the key

to save a lonely girl

He grabbed her up and flew her up

and as we all can see

an Angel rescued a good Sprite

from the stormy sea!