There in the night he comes like the rush of the wind.
Filling my lonely soul with spirit filled air that makes me rejoice.
There in the night he touches the hallowest part of my inner being.
Giving me a reason to rise up from my despair and into his arms.
There in the night he holds me gently like a mother holds a child into his arms of security.
I feel his strength, I feel his warmth, and I feel safe.
It was there in the night that I gave myself to him willingly, freely, and openly for I could no long mask my most intimate desires.
It was there in the night he took me to a place that I have never been before and I cried. For I knew it was there in that place I would never be able to return.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th