Angel of Twilight
Feet of chilling snow and a face of sweet, yet bitter twilight.We hang on lofty clouds, whispering of secrets and dreams. Her eyes swallow me in a sea of olive green.
These words sound happy and they are. But her words have the power of healing.When she laughs, a light seems to follow me all day long. She is twilight, never dark nor light. A phantasm of my dreams.
Then I lost her in the warm summer morning.She embraced me and her twilight rained down on me again. She whispered goodbye, then my world turned a little darker.
Where has this angel of twilight gone?
Will I ever feel her light again?
These words sound happy and they are. But her words have the power of healing.When she laughs, a light seems to follow me all day long. She is twilight, never dark nor light. A phantasm of my dreams.
Then I lost her in the warm summer morning.She embraced me and her twilight rained down on me again. She whispered goodbye, then my world turned a little darker.
Where has this angel of twilight gone?
Will I ever feel her light again?