Hanyah She's in my nightmares, a silent angle that stares at me while i shiver. Golden hair to the wind, pale lips half parting. Her eyes are paralyzing, minutes pass before they shift. Eyebrows raised in surprise at a sound only she hears.
"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.