Angel of the Night
black sky chill runs to the bone
as I shudder from the pain
fitful sleep in bed alone
a face without a name
a vision soft in morning's light
the memory soon forsaken
the one I want to hold so tight
is gone when I awaken.
Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012
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