2-9 Raphael

I am not sure what he is.

hush by the fire quiet,
except his wings,
feathers swirl in brown,
and black ink, quiet
by the fire,
there is form there,
I can feel it, when I rest,
my head upon his chest,
hush, but it is there and
not there, in the quiet,
he tells me
and not tells me,
to hush, in the shadow
of the fire, of his self, to hush,
in his form, this is
the second time, I have
been with him, by the fire,
hush in the sheets, the first,
he was me and not me,
I awoke, awake with silver stitches,
on my back, and a memory,
of him, love, him, love, and
have been looking for,
him, love, him, angels,
and demons, love, him, love,
but there he has been, hush,
by the fire quiet, shadow forming,
all this time, older now,
in his cradle of form,
disappearing, hush, faceless,
form, disappearing, how will
i know him when I wake again-

Raphael. I whisper.