The fallen angel, Gabriel, still visits my head.  He scatters seeds in my heart. And I must keep weeding.  For my garden to grow.  I do not wish to have happy memories of him.  They do not serve me well.  I do not wish to feed the monster within who waits for tiny morsels of must forgotten hymns.  No music please.  It makes me dream.  No crumbs on my path to lead me starving.  You clipped my wings, but they grew back.  Now your visitations delay my flight.  I cannot hover in the longings of my must forgotten.  From miles away he mocks the sun.  From miles away he beats his drum.  From miles away he sings so sweet and pours his poison once more.  I am tossed and thrown.  My heart keeps washing up on the same shore.  To empty my memories on the sand. To sing alone.