search for the silver light,
the invisible presence
of the Angels,
the faint shimmer of their golden wings
Beyond the reaches of its endless streams
lies the one with the halo
the one whose touch can not be touched
the face that cannot be seen
tucked away deep within the secrets of his dwelling
behind fields of lilies and the night blooming cereus
near waterfalls of the far flung night sky
painted with streaks of sparkling orbs
Beneath the frozen clouds
underneath the still waters
a touch breaks the silence of the heart
rippling through the universe
teetering on the fragile crescent moon
those crystal drops of water fall into the pool
of his hidden palace
There he holds the mirror of dreams
as he blesses the lands with his tears
the rush of water
the splash of life
hidden alone within the clouds
next to landscapes of moon pools and
still, silver waters that reflect the soft light
he sleeps in eternal silence
waiting for another to shatter the fog that contains him
Below his beloved will live on, forever weeping while the unbound heavens whisper in her ear
her eyes will never see but the flutter of silver light
and the tips of those golden wings
though she will be blessed by the gentle wind
and the secrets of the winding paths to the moon
though she will be blessed by the gentle wind
and the secrets of the winding paths to the moon
she will only feel the silent presence of his halo
