Midnight Angel
The beautiful moon waxes and wains
As the months, ceaseless, pass!
The shadows grow at my feet
Condemming my world to darkness.
My fear sets with the sun
Yet my dusk weeps! My tears match the stars!
In crystal night time I hear singing,
A bitter-sweet melody
That melts my frozen heart, but chills me!
And a longing awakes in me -
Beautiful enchantment! Sweetest sorrow!
Drawn to - I see her,
I weave through the night-cloaked forest
To see her gown - it swims in the breeze,
Flowing white she gleams!
An angel! With feathered wings!
The word of her song is foreign to me
Yet in it I hear meaning!
And I feel her melancholy, as she fades into memory!
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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