The Lonely Visitor

I was laying alone when he suddenly appeared, He stood at the foot of my bed; The curtain was parted, the moon shining bright, Forming a halo 'round his head His face was aglow with beauty and grace, But his eyes were hollow and dead; We stared at each other, neither of us spoke, He just stood at the foot of my bed I couldn't tell how much time had passed, It seemed like hours to me; I layed there studying his expressionless face, Then I felt such strong empathy His eyes were empty, but they spoke to me, Long ago, the light had burned out; Nothing in his eyes but darkness now, But I know what that's about He was the embodiment of loneliness, What he needed, I could only guess; He said 'Lora, please, can I lay with you? ' I extended my arms..... and said yes I held him close to me all through the night, He caressed my face and my hair; I kissed his eyes, and the light returned, He kissed my lips, love was waiting there He cried on my pillow as the dawn approached, He knew his time wasn't long; I held him so close and I covered his eyes, But with first light of day..... he was gone