Lying in the cold
halls.
Wounds cross my body,
Words scar my soul.
Time in stillness
And the words race
Round and round my
broken mind.
I was not enough for
you.
Never approved of.
My life was lived in
Icy disregard.
Isolation.
He loved me,
Why couldn't you?
A lifetime of distain,
Pushing me into
oblivion.
The darkness of your
hate
Is drowning me now.
I call for you
I scream his name
No one hears.
Is this death?
It must be, for an
angel
Holds me in her arms.
The stone columns and
Gray faceless figures
Have turned into
heaven.
Only an angel could
have
Eyes of ice-blue
diamond
And hair of spun gold,
Skin that rivals the
snow cloak
Of your mountain home.
The healing in your
hands
Soothes the pain of war
and death,
And also the war in my
heart.
Pain of ages slowly
slips away.
In the blue of your
eyes
And the touch of your
hands
I find the peace of an angel.
