Goddess of the Night

Pale face, blue eyes goddess of the night she fakes subtle smiles wish I may, think I might long for her in my sight warm my heart, calm my mind her eyes pierce through me even though she’s blind I’d give my life if only I could, but she’d never accept it although she should I’d give it all just to see her beyond my dreams love was the martyr for man long ago it separates the rust from my steel plated heart, this I know if only she knew how much she means if only she could see the life she brings and the light she shines in this hope-ridden world of mine I see her every time I sleep she sings a song, a song so deep just as deep as my wounds, oh how they bleed my only hope, and only delight is to see her tonight but not through my eyes just sight doesn’t satisfy for I know I can see her in the day, but to truly see her I must delay until the hour at which the new day wakes in that hour I shall see her but not by the breath of life I shall see my goddess and her beauty, but not by the sense of sight