The Angel's Reply

Is it fear that keeps me here?
A fear that, without these folded hands
And whispered prayers,
My grasp of perfect Love will falter,
And this envelope of adoration break?

Is this blindness from your radience --
A ringing deafness from the trumpets?
Am I sensory-deprived --
Your perfect vessel, to be empty of volition,
Fired into fragile glass inside the glory of your Love?

Am I love because you love me,
A creature made whole with sacrifice
And with passion?
Could our Love transcend this perfect idyllation,
To kiss and be unbroken still?

Snowflake Serenade

I am a comet set adrift upon this sea of darkness
Lonely harbinger of life, bearing aromatic gifts
It is my path to find a quiet dissolution, a love through peace
No moth-like supernova, but age on age of silent passion

I am a twirling snowflake dancing on a moonlit field
A shooting star over platinum trees, necklace to the moon
It is my chance to scintillate, to love through awe
No time to waste: I must dance until I love, and love until I fall

I am a diamond-clad hoar riming through the window in the dawn
A polished shell on sand, reminder of your earlier beauty
It is my destiny to be near you, and love throughout my life
No fear of death, for our passions and our love are all we need