Silver moonbeam
Pierces black night sky
Through the opened window
Caresses your gentle skin
I lay awake and gaze at you
Wonder filling my heart
Under the silver moonbeam
You are sound asleep
You look gentle, beautiful and fragile
Like an angel fallen to earth
You whisper muffled words
And turn around in your sleep
I touch you cheek gently
"Hush," I tell you, "sleep my dear"
Touching you brings fire to my bones
Warming, caressing
Your skin is smooth like a baby
Like an angel fallen to Earth
I look out through the window
Towards the silver moon
Towards the halls of heaven
I kiss you on the forehead
"Sleep," I whisper gently, "sleep my fallen angel".
Your sleep is quiet again
I sigh and smile a bit
I look at your beauty once again
And decide again
That you are no woman
But an angel,
Fallen to Earth


Sunday, Nov 28th, 2004
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