It is as it was a life time ago

in the twilight of this winter night

When the wild winds howl like wild wolves
singing of their bloody encounters
the sky burns of a firey red and orange on this winter nite.
The low sweet voice flowing from the shadows
carried on the dry leaves , her tears filling the flowing rivers
a dagger to her heaving breasts she does plunge as the tree tops sway
abandoned in her thoughts in her longings
Raveged by desire, her body aching with sweet desire

Like a weeping babe
crying out of a lost promised and a long ago kiss
her milky breast covered in her crimpson flow
drinking of miserys redest wine

reveling her fate upon this winter moon.

But it was upon these winds you came to me
like an Angel sent to mend my shattered spirit.

Kiss and a whisper
blown from your lips tangeled in half truths and subtle lies
Lost in solitude like a saddened creature who lost her wayin
in the deep mist her eyes clouded by the crimpson tears
finding peace in the darkness

Wanting your hands upon my heaving breasts and your tethers around my heart
and unleashing my spirit
Fantasies brought alive in the starlight, dreams sweetened by the morning mist
so delicate and fragile yet her tongue of a double edge blade

Hiding her pain in the shadow,
and veiled are her unspoken wishes, drifting in a vision of passion
Milky white moonlight reflection brining hope this cold winters night

A lost maiden, sleeping among the swaying trees
a kiss to awaken.

In her emerald green eyes a thousand words are told,
upon her pink lips a million secrets are kept
her heart is left longing, her body wanting
awaiting the hand of fate to lead her to her place
dancing under the stars, wanting her One

It is for longing that the angels weep

It is for her love that the stars fall out of the sky

It is her heart that she longs to give

My dear Angel, thanks you for caring me away

on your satin wings.