An angel kissed me last night Floating from the ceiling he glowed Cast the room in a shimmering light Bathing the darkness with hope Levitating off my half awaken form With scarcely any movement made Gradually luring me from my slumber To see his enchanting face His softened eyes, his smile sweet As he extended a delicate hand Fingertips gently caressing my cheek A wordless greeting, a subtle command His wings surrounded and enveloped us Brushstrokes of feathers glimmering white While the halo on his head was set ablaze Spellbinding me without any fright I sought his embrace, starstruck by his grace As he leant down and brought his lips to mine He gave me a kiss so warm and divine Melting with devotion into the sublime But his body was fading in and out of the air A wisp of a silhouette in the atmosphere My hands desperately hunted through the dark To hold him close before he disappeared "Come back," I whispered. "Please stay with me." But he vanished then without a goodbye Gifting me with the memory of his touch Lingering on my skin from that night I cherish dear and precious in my heart When I found relief there in his arms
You came every night, my black angel, whispering in the ear to let go of the well I approached in the dark, blindfolded, to mingle my agony and the hours made of rose quartz, with the water. You tried to ease my pain after I knew that even the echo from the hole reverberated words that weren't mine. Don't give me up now. Shape my time. Your winged presence is my strength, your colour is my sight.