Heavenly Singer

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You stole my sleep like a gentle breeze,  

A quiet thief that whispers through trees.  

In midnight’s hush, you come and go,  

A lost soul no sunlight can show.  

*****

They left you in shadows long ago,  

In halls where only dark winds blow.  

Half alive, caught between night and day,  

Living in dreams that drift away.  

*****

Yet you-

You took my rest without a fight,  

And painted skies in my lonely night.  

A faint smile grew where sorrow stayed,  

You turned my gloom to softer shade.  

*****

Your voice, a whisper in the dark,  

A fragile light, a tiny spark.  

You speak of worlds too loud and bright,  

And I wait for you in silent night.  

*****

Who are you, that heals my ache?  

A ghost or dream, I cannot break.  

You say no dawn has called your name,  

Just shadows that forget and blame.  

*****

Come again, take what you need,  

My restless soul is yours to feed.  

Dreams that fade with morning’s glow,  

Are yours in night’s soft, quiet flow.  

*****

In the dark, I find my peace,  

With you, my fears begin to cease.  

Though you are cold and roam alone,  

In me, you’ve found a quiet home.  

*****

No sun can end what we have made,  

Two souls lost, yet not afraid.  

The vampire and I, in night,  

Together in the fading light.  


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