belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
24 December 2002
This icy rain awakes me
from a death I can not sleep.
These angel arms enfold my flesh
in heaven's fiery keep.
My pagan eyes with filthy hands
from God's sweet grace are hidden.
Left to despair in silent sorrow
were not his last gift given.
Copyright © 2002 Charles Fry
empty soul when i am an angel Awake. Arise. The morning comes. so we meet again joyeux anniversaire earthly flesh angels descended silently my arms await you openly go wash thyself thrice This morning darkness rose again love lest we be saved at least the tree of life my love for you This icy rain awakes me And at last. And they smiled down upon her