A Watcher’s Plea

I didn’t care where I was
But you found your way to me
And I’m glad
You were there
To save me from me

Life leads us along strange paths sometimes
Here you are in my life again
Sharing your hopes, your dreams and fears
As if I’m your closest friend

And you beg me for the comfort
Of the lovers we used to be
Then become so cold and push me away
Risk strangers and act recklessly

You tell me the past is past
And yet, here you are at my door
Demanding my reassurance
That nobody else means more

I know I was sent here to save you
In that you need to trust
There is a reason for everything
I’m sure it’s the reason for us

I can see that sometimes it scares you
Just how much you care for me
But you need to let go of your fear now
And trust your soul to me

I know where you are
But I worry what you do
And I wonder
If I could be there
Could I save you from you?

~ kei
18 June 2015

Broken Wing Angel

Tweaked from the original post: A Watcher’s Sorrow

The Watchers are angels sent to Earth, tasked to watch over certain humans and one of my favourite things to write about.

The Watchers ~ One

I was so deep in my own thoughts that the shove, when it came, sent me stumbling.

That’s another thing I really dislike about Michael, besides the fact that he can be a pompous arse. He roughhouses like a highschool jock sometimes. I think he forgets that I’m a girl, something else that he just can’t seem to wrap his head around. Besides, my shoulders still hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.

As I was pushing gingerly up off my knees to stand, I could hear Gabe saying “Mike, leave her alone.” Gabe’s voice really is like music to the ears. You may have read that and wondered, but it’s true. He’s often followed around by a little posse of the Chers, they add harmonies, fills and do-wop kinds of backing vocals; annoys hell out of me.

“Turn that frown upside down Nefil Nettie! It’s not like you have to do really hard work.” I turned slowly to look at Mike, biting my lip hard. I was trying to stop from showing how much my shoulder hurt, and to clamp down on the tears that threatened to spill over.

“Leave me alone Michael”, the words were barely out of my mouth before he came back with his favourite line, “I don’t know why they bother letting you back, there’s no use sending halfbreeds to do this work.” Gabe, who is like the big brother I never had, interjected with “Mike, seriously. You are such a jerk. Back off”. Mike’s response was another typical one, he shoved Gabe’s shoulder and said “Make me.” They are like brothers, all of them are, but these two in particular.

I think Michael was caught off guard by the tackle. He’s really oblivious to how much he sounds like an arrogant jerk or when people have had enough. I love Gabriel. He doesn’t have to but he tries to understand what we’re all about and he’s always willing to go to bat for me with Michael. I think that’s because Gabe knows who my Mother was.

Watching the two guys rolling around, wrestling in a way that looked like it could become serious if someone didn’t referee; I wished he’d tell me.

~ kei
23 November 2013

To Be Continued…

 

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