late at night I hear the echos of the music playing far away

I remember how you held my hand, the sweet things that you'd say

your arm around my shoulders, my head against your chest

listening to the music playing, my mind and soul at rest

late at night I write my poems, the words torn from my heart

the joy there was in loving you now torn all apart

the words are cries of anguish, as the music feeds the pain

I close my eyes, remembering, and I see you once again ..

your mouth is gently smiling, your eyes stare into mine

Earth Angel@ Inner Reflections