poem title sun shine on a different day written by errant angel date near the end of august b l a d e she took my hand with a tear in her eye and placed a new mask on her face my new lady is night adorned in a satin dress with her amber locks flowing off her shoulders her eyes are hollow but her breast is soft and warm and her lap becomes my bed there i find my comfort my tranquility in the pool which i now wade she sobs softly and i give myself to her i am lost only the distant splash of her tears against the marble beneath can take me home