Poetry

[Dark AngelHawk]

As we invite tranquility and peace
it seems as though we might have to travel just a bit longer.
Holding your hand,
we cross that path together.

You met me when I was hurt with my head hung so low.
And because of you the pain fades away,
I can let it go.
The polluted water can still
show the beatiful reflection of the moon.

This is the tale of pain.
Still afraid to love.
How long can the clear nights
show me the night star that guides me?

Together we embark upon the dark night
never knowing what may become of us,
yet still believing.
Closest together,
further from anywhere.
This dream of us won't disappear from my memory.

Crying to you of my hopes and dreams.
Telling you of my pain,
my life.
Sharing my love,
throwing away the agony.

This is the tale of pain.
Still afaird to love.
I move closer to the guiding night star
holding it within my reach.