Silence. Silent silence. Dark night without stars.
A silvery glow enveloped his figure.
So he sat abandoned when I found him in the cemetery garden.
His hope broken; his aura cold.
Hurt and humiliated by the failing world
he presented himself to my gaze.
Shining wings of golden angel dust,
unreal beauty and strength,
skin like ivory.
The graceful slow beating of his wings rustled the leaves.
Only his divine calling was with him, otherwise he was alone.
His legs dangling over the gravestone,
tears ran from his sea-blue eyes,
turned to pearls on his face and fell to the wet ground.
I walked towards him,
gently, with my head bowed,
when my gaze rose and met his.
His eyes were captivated
by the first human being to see him, to feel him. His hands touched my face, leaving golden traces.
I was silent.
His fingers caressed my lips. I closed my eyes,
and they began their journey...
What they touched faded into lust, died a thousand longing deaths,
wherever my hands led, reality ended.
He penetrated my body, my soul,
filled me until everything earthly faded away,
carried me to heaven,
across the Elysian fields, to the end of Olympus.
Silence. Silent silence. Dark night of sparkling stars.
