Rebel Angels

Rebel Angels

Most likely I am born too soon, and beyond the grave.
All this and that appears to be a livelihood for animated creatures,
and a dwelling place for a lethargic race.
I have tempted my ambitions to rise and to rave.
They enjoy the playgrounds now!
I have tempted temptation to fall asleep, but they endured the lullaby
of every popular prayer. They relish in carnal rapture and are costumed well in the carnival of obscurer days!
Am I to become of age? Am I of any age and yet to become?
No, I will be done when I becomes undone,
so hear ye keen ear, listen to my song!

Rise and awake; awake again my love!
I longed for you to be the shaman of my heart, the stillness for my mind,
a teacher to my tongue, the ghost dancer to my songs, the fever of my flesh,
the enigma of our blood, the juggler of my bones, and to my skin a vulture, before I turn old.
Arise and awake again, for the mind can only fake the faint symbols and gestures leading to that garden
where we truly belong.

Awake, and hear the ghost song!
Lesser angels and better devils have come to join,
to feast in the afterglow of our evening, restlessly in wait,
for the promise of the new sun.

Oh, flowers and grass and insects and soil,
they will await to carry and adore your footprints in summer gardens,
dewed with the tears of young souls.
Set foot there, gently; one after the other and walk the eternal stroll.
Rise and awake again my love:
Become as forever sunshine to it all!

Oh, who dares to answer to failures of saints and sinners?
Who darts into a tumble fall that never lands?
Who love a love that even love denies?
Those whom hear the symphonies to which the living die?
Rebel Angels and Angels whom rebel!
Those whom abolish the division between heaven and hell.

Ach, beyond the grave we where born, too fast and too soon;
Yet, we will stay awake,
Way past the afternoon.
And you, will you stay beside me,
Till the end of the song?

Sidney.