When her eyes wander
around the blue sky
violet edges of clouds
reminds me of velvet paper,
That holds diamonds
for the blue moon
above the world.
Yellow angels dance
on the rhythm of her
brown hazel eyes.
Deep enough to sink
a ship of dreams.
When the night falls
with her silent warm
breath over that pile of cotton,
nature herself stay still
to watch her sleep.
Fireflies burn themselves
to guard her untamed beauty
for which even the darkness
prays to God for a spark for his soul.
Hope, dream, love, temptation, prayer…
all reside here at this moment of eternal truth.