Angel In The Mirror

Pale the sunset,
 slowly diing out in my heart.
 Undefined, twisted, sad
 the shapes of this dreamscape,
 smothered by my tears.
 In the mirror your eyes,
 angel's eyes, dissolve like
 burning brand the petrified ice of my soul.
 Oh my dark angel,
 now I can touch your face,
 smell your perfume,
 listen to the echo of your voice,
 whisper secret words, which
 like velvet waves break down on
 the tips of toes and in silence,
 on the sleep and the shadows of the night.
 Hallo my moon, drawed with pastels,
 rising and staring at me dubious and sweet,
 plays your harp with the fingers of
 the wind and lulls my tears,
 looks at yourself in the mirror this night too
 in my purple and alleviated tears
 from the softened song.
 Oh my sweet angel,
 you can feel my despair sliping in the air,
 drove by the wind.
 Clasp my hands once again,
 drink my betrayed tears.
 In the mirror your eyes,
 angel's eyes, dissolve like
 burning brand the petrified ice of my soul.