i can't stop my heart from calling you..

he haunts me in dreams
I see his silhouette dance across landscapes of golden
light and autumn
...in my dreams...

his soft eyes see through my tortured soul
vanishing any hope for fantasy..

I'm broken by his silence to a love unseen,
blood soaked feathers rained down,
my wingless angel so broken falls gracefully from the sky,
to waiting arms...to waiting arms...