Into this settle place stould the face of beauty.
Shadows groom like satin amongst her pale disguise and the
Tears can no longer drown out the sorrows for which she hides.
Her smell. Her voice. Her cool touch brings faith, Faith to those whose laughter seems too unreal.
Living in a dream, it cannot be seen, and so she walks on
Into the shadows of emptiness,
Waiting for someone to close this gift they called life.
Into this settle place stould this beauty,
And here I sit alone waiting, watching, unknowingly wanting her to
come to me,
To take me to that place of eternal beauty.
Until then, I shall rest at night.