Angel in the Twilight

I see her standing on the corner
with her long golden hair,
she's smiling, she's dancing
her breath is cold in the night air.

I'm watching her unseen
and she skips alone in the night
her figure so visible, and her gown so cream white.

Her hair blows freely through
the late night breeze
as she slips off her gown
such an elegant tease.

Light pulses from her stomach
and she throws her head back
still lightly smiling she wavers
in the night, so taunting black.

Like tiny tears the rain falls
on her golden hair
but it seems that shes still dancing
so unconcerned or unaware.

She throws out her arms
and demands that the rain hit her face she twirls in small circles
taking the rain in her embrace.

The drizzle comes now harder
and her eyes faintly gleam
and the rain flows down her face
like tears, like a stream.

I'm an outcast in her world
so full of colour and no fear
and down by her cheek
it is not rain
slips out a silver tear.

Wings emerge from her fragile back
she seems to be in agony
and her body begins, to crack.

She reminded me of a tender rose
without a pricking thorn
but now her body cracks and bleeds
she lays on my corner torn.

I open my door to help her
but shes frightened by my appearance, and she flys away
this moment I will not forget
this everlasting moment today.

I see the wanderious moon
as she's flying in the night
I'm standing out in the rain
watching an angel in the twilight.