For - My Angel
In the early hours of the morning,
When night holds the world in his soft black embrace,
There are moments when the strain of being away from you
Pierces my heart like a crystal dagger,
And drains my blood and joy away...
There are moments, too, when the loneliness crushes,
A lead weight on my chest so I can hardly breathe
And I lie awake, in pain, staring at the ceiling
My lips whispering your beloved name...
As if by magic I could call to you to my side
Across the endless miles
But of course that’s just a childish wish
The cold hard truth is that you are far away,
In an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar land
And here I am, sadly sweetly alone…
Your beautiful smile isn’t the first thing I see when I wake up
Your arms don’t protect me from the ghosts of the dark
And instead of your wise dark eyes,
The only lights I have to guide me are the icy stars
And instead of your handsome face I see only the pillow beside me
Empty and white, in the dead of the night
Copyright © Amy Van De Casteele | Year Posted 2009
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