7
'Let there be Light',
it was said;
and beauty was born.
Her Smile. A thin smile
with compassion;
with compassion;
warmth that Summer's Sun
melts.
Her Eyes. Crystal,
eyes that
eyes that
pierced the soul.
Her voice. A loving
voice which
voice which
eased fears deep
within. A love that
calmed inner tides.
Once there was.
And on the seventh day there was rest.
Ashes to Ashes.
As it is. As it was.
It isn't.
'Goodbye' said she.
As a sailor, she sailed
to foreign lights
where she wanders.
She roams pastures greener,
weaves a magical trail
of silver and violet
through meadows unknown
and visages unseen.
Perhaps she awaits me.
Dust to Dust.
As it isn't,
Shall it Come to pass.
'Let it be'.
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