Pale and soft

Pale and soft… the skin of the beauty. The eyes that have the stars captured with more born with each second mine disappear in them. The sweet lips, the ones made of rose petals and angel feathers. The hair… velvet ripples giving birth to the soft thread of silk woven to this angelic face. Formed from the pool of celestrial beauty all that has passed and that shall pass… every pure drop has been placed in her. To her ears, from below her nose where Gabriel put his finger and said “shhhh” for such a gracious beauty should never shed a tear nor sound of sadness; every part of her has been baptized in this clear water of true and pure beauty. The voice soothing taming even my soul… captivating even the demons that dwell… the dead would rise to hear it… to again let their souls rest for nothing could bring as utter bliss as listing to her soft voice. Just her presence would give leave to heavy burdens… and the pain that it both gives from the strain and from the memories. In her arms I could find peace… the soft, gentle arms holding me close… letting me… rest. Free from fear, from pain. Safety found, despair gone. A kiss from those lips… my fingers parting her silky thread… my soul lost in her eyes. My heart found in her hand resting upon mine. With my lips touching her… I have been born. Not the dead child but the one that should have been in my place. The happy child smiling playing with the other children untouched by pain of life. As our lips break contact… I die. Though it matters little for I was never truly born. As I leave her grace… the sight of her lovely face… the essence of peace leaves… my heart again dies. My soul recedes back to the chaotic abyss and my mind awakes only to tell me that this love is a dream. If this is a dream then let me sleep no longer… for I shall have nothing that is not real. But I have seen this face and tasted those sweet lips… and one this I break the seal for I dreamt reality… and I am still lost in those eyes.