Behind your velvet curtains, the seclusion of space,
The distance between us burn like a wound to the face,
Your galactic being emits energy flowing to meet the innocence of my soul,
Forever entrapped by the ignorance we share,
Not knowing hurts me greatly, do give solace to my fallen angel’s cry,

Your aura glows thru your words invoking a deathly hunger,
To satisfy by your presence, to be graced by our splendor,
Movement of mine to reach divine, the place where you dwell,
To greet, touch. Tell of how paradise began,
But until the wind blows your curtain and giveth life,
Not knowing hurts me greatly, do give solace to my fallen angel’s cry.