Angel of Desire

A cold wind is blowing from the sea

Yet I'm walking barefoot

on the shoreline (bearing to my destiny)

Words of fire burn like salt in my blisters

And frozen whispers represent my enemy



All has fallen to the sea

Why do I still feel the heat?

Are your whispers frost or fire?



Am I drawn to these extremes by a

never resting need,

or the angel of desire



But it was not always so...

We used to share a destiny

Am I imagining, or do I see you

walking towards me?



Put your hand in mine, pull me closer

There are no more words that burn

or frozen whispers on the waves