Standing alone in my quiet place
beneath a weeping candle flame
I stand longing for the one who haunts my dreams

Filled with madness and fear
lips parted for a scream of rage
Rage worn hands reach out to the shadows
I long for his touch

The midnight hour brings

thoughts of things desired
gentle winds guide me
to your arms
gentle the madness when I feel your touch
lifted from slumber

A Fallen Angel

Nameless shadow overtakes me
his wings against my body brush

as he gently whipes my tears aside
broken by his touch

is the loniness I feel inside
longing for one last kiss
as your night begins to drift into day

as I am left longing
waiting for darkness

And last nights stranger..

My Fallen Angel