Where the Angel sleeps
Through miles of empty nothingness
and struggles through the dark abyss
I see her as through frosted glass
A sleeping beauty none surpass
She gently sleeps, with softest sighs
golden hair, and dreaming eyes.
Reddest lips, I long to kiss
to waken her from slumbering bliss
She seems a princess sleeping long
her every breath gives life to song
and seems that Sleep himself denied
her waking, so to be his bride
I softly kiss her golden head
to dispel her artificial death
to waken her and set her free
to love her and have her love me
But on she sleeps, through rain and storm
and I beside her resting form
remain, and kiss her night and day
until we both shall fade away…
