On Wings of Night

On wings of night
doth my spirit come to you
As on gossamer wings
a shadow of who I used to be
cloaked in the darkness of the still eve.

On wings of night
I shroud you with peace
for in your dreams all is silent
for in your dreams, all is well
And in your dreams, we meet again.

Two souls torn apart
by the cold finality of death
Never again to hear your voice
to touch your face, to hold you close
I know you come to me
On wings of night.