Angels are falling tonight,
Swaying, rushing, dancing
Underneath the open sky,
Immaculate wings embrace
The frozen land
With crystal stars burning,
Like candles in the middle of the night...
She sits by the window
In the shape of her time,
Her heart holds the fire,
Her eyes brighten the dark,
Thoughts fly into words,
Words dance with the angels,
Swaying, rushing, falling,
Softly resting in his dreams
Tonight.
Copyright © 2011 - 2012 Cristina Miller.
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