Lost

There is a place in my mind's eye,
Where angels fly with broken wings.
I sense her troubles as she sleeps,
The songbird weeps, its silver stings.

For refuge in this foreign land,
No wedding band can ease her plight.
She gives up when engulfed by fears,
Through crystal tears she loses sight.

While lips endeavour to disguise,
Those troubled eyes reveal her woes
Then from the silence she disturbs,
Poetic words, in broken prose

She tells of suffering in her head,
Of why she fled, a painful truth.
The savage brother left behind,
A much maligned and tainted youth.

She said I was her ray of sun,
The chosen one, her answered prayers.
But if there is a higher force,
The eternal source no longer cares.

I treasure times we shared in life,
The future wife, her mind consumed.
I think of my Brazilian bride,
Our flower died before it bloomed.

Yet still I dream of words she spoke,
The phantom's cloak, the tower's chime.
In London where I found my friend,
It came to end, I'm out of time.