• A distance there is
    ...my raven haired angel flew
    her winged soul taking flight as her last breath departed
    No more shall I see those eyes of emerald ice
    glistening against the winter snow
    nor her moonlit skin under the summer night
    nor shall I feel her translucent kisses she left upon my flesh
    encased in a glass coffin she lies...
    on the highest hill
    for all of nature to see
    for the stars and cosmos to mourn the loss of an ethereal being
    knowing she can walk into the sun
    guided by the light
    ..as only an angel can walk