Darkness Is Fading Poem by Kresta Farr

Watching, waiting, the hours slip away,
Still the music playing,
The voice in the darkness still lingering,
Why do I hear it?
Why is it here?
Darkness is fading,
And into the light,
Illuminated Angels dance in the night,
The vision before me of beauty and glory,
More hours running by,
Into the morning the music drifts,
The Angels stopped singing,
The light's growing brighter,
Soon it's time to rise,
Whilst the memory lingers on.