I look into the prism of oblivion.
What do mine eyes doth I see?
Your face so shiny and pure,
void of malice and the macabre.
Light in the shallows pierces
my heart of hearts with fascination
at your pearly skin and I harken
to the gaze of your eyes of pearls.
Your silken robe dines on your
porcelain skin with effervescence.
My soul winces at the majesty of
your beauty that reminds forever
of the crystal sea of imminence.
Angels kneel in the wake of your
supreme beauty and in the elegance
of your raiment that outshines the sun.
The searing porridge of a thousand
orchestras compares not to thee.
‘Twas this not the advent of the Goddess?
The one foretold for centuries to befall man.
To betroth him with a vision of all dreams?
Wars will be fought in your honor.
Battles will rage in the hearts of men for thee.
How can one look at the sun and not burn?
The chalice of dreams is overflowing.
Clouds pass by in rapt succession
heralding something beyond passion,
something that was once lost and now found.
The sky falls and there is a mist about you
that floats across the lake covering the
pristine waters that reflect your beauty.
A thousand lights bare the earth of your glory.
The light overcomes me in waves of purity.
Was it all just a dream, a fervent vision that
situated in my mind from beyond my soul?
I dare not ask who you were at that moment.
It is an elegy that will endure forever,
beyond time and space, and, above all, me.