Artwork courtesy of © 2013 by J.C.S. All rights reserved. Words Richard Ankers
As the moonlight plays across her face,
Time pauses for me.
So pale; so delicate; so true.
I would have it no other way,
For in a dream there is no other way.
Is this a dream?
If so, such purity was not meant for me.
To see an angel fallen, dropped to the ground,
A profile of grace backlit by starlight.
I am undeserving, but forever grateful.
I hear the wings on her back unfurl, stretch, shake.
My breath catches at my lips
For I know her to leave.
But I cannot look from her divine beauty.
It would kill me to do so.
Instead, she turns her eyes upon me: I melt.
And she smiles.
I will never have a moment like this again.
A perfect dream.
A nod to me, and she lifts into the night.
My heart goes with her.
I watch until she is gone, risen into heaven.
How can I explain my emotions?
What word can tell how I feel?