Whisper of Angels

I was yours before the first morn broke,
Before the sun that woke the earth…
And I was yours before rain kissed the ground,
Before the first dawn's sound was heard.

I'll be the whisper of angels,
And I'll be the frost on your glass
And I'll be the shadows at twilight;
I'll be your first, your last.

I'm the rush – the fire in your veins,
Across the desert plains I ride;
I'm the ache the sound that midnight makes,
A streak of star across the sky.

I'll be the whisper of angels,
And I'll be the frost on your glass
And I'll be the shadows at twilight;
I'll be your first, your last…

Amy Sky