The Waking Angel | Ben Victor Studios

A song the waking angel sings
She rises on her outstretched wings
She sings without her lips a-wide
Her silken veil a sultry slide
With lips apart as beauty’s kissed
Her eyes relaxed with lover missed
Sheets of liquid bathe her form
Her flowers peace from lover’s storm

A song the waking angel sings
My heart her glowing beauty brings
A joy of time and shape now passed
When simple passions seemed to last.