The angel danced-
lone circles
for a fallen soul

You are broken,
He seethed,
In a tongue sounding like ancient music

But I will love you as
the moon loves the sky-
soft smiles
and firey kisses
will invigorate your heart,
inspire your dreams;
and suffocate pain.

And he plays the stormwind effortlessly.

I live in past winters,
she whispered,

The raw fingers
of dead romance
throttle my voice
and
gorge on my bitterness.

The blackness of oblivion
grows ever so vast
Surrounding me.

Come with me.
Trust me.

I come to tear down the shadows-
To hide you from pain

And give a dry blossom
cool water

your empty life is over;
Wake now-and heal.

Face those tragic years;
their taste bitter yet pure
and soar above.

Winds will entwine us
like the shy tendrils of roses

As you feel my touch at last
In a palace of silver lightning

No rain can smear it
No storm bruise it

There we would stay,

For I need a companion
and none but thee will do.

You
who swam willingly
in the ocean of sorrow
You
who drank deeply
from the well of shame

dissolve your earthly name
within my tears of joy

and persue this dream,
sweet symphony of love,

a magnificent dance
between souls.