My nigh stranger

Lovers Feel the angels serenade

My dreams are alive, Am I in love?

Truly filled my breathe in silence, in soft alluring eyes

Vesper the moonlight, touched essence of my soul seemly present

Constancy in my being, Azure lighted candles edge catapult my feelings to heighten awareness, sometimes the edge of the curse which befalls my being

Come to me, sometimes I dream I  am not real, can I yet have the feelings of realness, or surreal in love?

I am deceived by the wrapped zeal in between, He leaves my side at dawn

My story fills the page with each angels eyes on mine, wonderment, soft one time

Each concerto plays the cells bath to her solitude, he sings to me

His hands reach out of darkness to her personae again

Her talons flesh feeling light, temptress one delights

Her soft pink skin returns to the ebony look

She is alive, with this strangers light, from within

For how long can the gate keeper strength the north winds to smile

Goddess her inner spirits, sometimes she hears them Zen chaos

Lost unafraid she will again cast her sword to Erin humanity

Lost in the wilderness of Hellenic, fiery hellscord

Broken words, she shall feel his, the key is hidden to her existence somewhere in time

Sealed in forgetfulness, she will find the hidden one

Who could unicast the demons spell? Why must I be part?

Thine will cast out the serpent of time, she awaits meanwhile in the dark, she yearns for the stranger

His eyes who blend with time, for the bilan  instance, small momentum she can lose full  consigns, and feel the stars revealed his existence to hers

Venture my darling his heart would tell, if human lover could go

To each breathe to the angel waterfalls, we shall meet

He who speaks to me in drakes, drapes me in white laced Santa cloth, bittersweet tears fall down my face

Nova he calls me his wonder star for these brief moment I am his

My realness the other side of darkness, he cannot fathom nor I?

 

Reviews

[angelinmypocket]

Such a sweet sad and passionate love write Deb.
Our dreams can indeed be strange sometimes.
Simply beautiful......................Love...Liz/sis