Had a date with an angel
Sweet as can be,
Hot as hellfire
Made a fool out of me.
I'm so tired of love
Don't know why I care
Each beauty brings pain
That no man should bear.

Had a date with an angel,
Wicked as sin
Knows how to tease
How to draw a man in
How to use her soft body
Use all of her wiles;
Can chain a mans heart
With cunning and guile.

I have spent it all, every bit
Of energy, of emotion.
I’ve used up every shred of it
On wasted acts, empty motion.
I am overdrawn in my heart,
Just like my empty bank account.
No money left, no drive to start
Anew to build something to count.
No more hunger to feel a touch
From someone who might love or care.
The void inside once held so much.
Now only painful loss waits there.
Life's overdrafts have left nothing.
So much taken, too little left
To keep my broken heart going.

Your magnificent light
bullies its way through,
to the earth turned face

Of heavy dark clouds.
Your brightness pushes past
their ponderous will.

(what dark vault of sky!)

But continue golden sun, rise,
playing below the horizon
you face is hidden from me.

But rise, rise golden sun;
I would see your face,
I would know your warmth.

I would see autumnal orange
In your golden light:
such richness of color to see.

What would I have
without poetry?

A small mind,
a dismissed whim,
an unspoken belief,

a reflection in the mirror
of someone I do not know.