Have You Heard of the Sapphire Spirit?

Pain is everywhere.        
I run into arms that consume me as if a furnace has lured me for such a time.        
What is family?        
What is friend?        
What are the signs that you should be brave?        
       
When the outcome is positive, then it was bravery.        
When negative, it was rashness.        
So whatever it was, there was a moment when questions ceased and action commenced suddenly based on impulse.        
        
Suddenly.        
       
Suddenly.        
       
I am half dead floating through Earth without touching the ground.        
And I am jealous of the humans that do not fly.        
I wish that I could not fly.        
I wish that the wings on my back were strings that I could just remove.        
To be an angel and not human is a curse        
because angels do not marry.        
       
I am isolated like a star in the sky that people say is pretty, but that cannot break itself from the glass of near infinity that separates one world from another.        
       
I just want to feel the soil beneath my feet and feel the wild fertility that pumps through the veins of the Natural Mother        
and perceive through her heart beat the presence of another that I might accompany.        
The sky is far away.        
Leave the sky for another day.        
I want to lie down and sleep in the hot bronze sand        
until I forget who I am        
and become who I want to be in the eyes of another.        
       
I would sacrifice my mind for my heart. I would.