With breathtaking, flowing hair, an angel lays, fallen
No wings to grace her, wide, unclouded, blue eyes gaze at me
Slowly, I brush my shaking fingertips against her porcelain, soft skin
A moan? A whimper
The Almighty's Gate is closed, my dear
No sea to part for you while you run from my grasp
No God to bring you back after three days of darkness
No ark to save you from the flood that is my need
Another whimper, and a tear
Falls from the pools held in her divine face
I run my fingers through gold and breathe in the scent of pine
Feeling dusk break and wind shiver
Hearing my steady heartbeat
It roars in my ears
Watching my heaven lay in front of me
In the body of an 8 year old girl