The Angel's Lullaby
As the sun ascends with scintillating splendour,
her brilliance reveals a land of fortune.
Luscious ambiance caresses my soul
and the warm, chasing wind tickles my hair.
She embraces me with her celestial temperament,
giggling like she controls the hand of fate,
cuddling me with her majestic, white wings
as she waits for me to acquiesce with the seduction.
As I lay basking in her delicate adoration,
my gaze is lured in by twin marbles.
A reluctant curiosity is embodied within
and I see myself in their ethereal reflection -
like looking into a sentient mirror,
into the fields I am destined to sojourn.
They emanate a spiritual wisdom,
like deep pools of pure vigilance
disappearing into the canyons of her mind,
surrounded by aeons of effervescent gems
and shielded by a dark yellow ring - like a solar eclipse
floating in a calm, milky sea.
As fragile as butterfly wings she balances,
teetering in adulation like an elusive seesaw
swaying peacefully in the turbulent wind.
But a shimmer in her eye divulges her secret,
twinkling and delicate like a falling star
descending over a deep crimson blanket.
A shiver surges up my spine
and I slowly look up to meet her eyes
as she gently covers the light’s exodus
with a warm kiss goodnight.
The horizon slowly dims
and shadows wash the land for the last time
as she tenderly places my head on her chest,
forever left in the hue of the crescent moon.
And when that love song sets
all I can do is wait…
until the sun rises on a new day.
11-Apr-2006
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