angel of the night
I am an angel of the night,
Standing here by the street,
The lamp shines so bright,
But where is the light for me?
Looking up into the night
sky,
The moon mocks me for my complicated heart,
Run she tells me - save your weary soul,
But how do you run away from something that you carry with
you?
Wandering down streets that
I know not,
Walking past shops i cannot see into,
The night fog seems to grow heavier with every step I take,
It swirls around in patterns obscure and shapes unknown.
A cigarette comes to my
lips,
How it got there, trust me I do not know,
Like an amnesiac things happen around myself,
Yet is it really so bad to forget once in a while?
Everything changes eventually,
Yet for now, this angel is made to walk the path alone,
To redeem some shred of himself in the darkness without,
Is that really a fall from grace or a glimpse of hope?
By Ezra © 2002. All Rights Reserved.
