Photo by Bgrace
I see her lying there all dark lashes and curls
Eyes closed, facing the beams above
Red shawl drawn about her soft curves
The wooden bench surrounds her with love
Her hands clasp gently across her breast
I want to tell her she's lovely
Is she listening?
Or does she rest?
She's almost surreal
As if I were to touch her, she'd disappear
But I know better
She was laughing in the mess hall just an hour ago
A child dancing like there's no tomorrow
Reminded me of the cardinals we met yesterday
Drenched in rain and red, full of song and spring
Chasing each other through the garden gates
Love birds mating innocence and bliss
Dreams and wishes float in her head
This sleeping beauty on her chapel bed
I wonder if I should wake her, instead
My heart drops, deeply dark blue sad
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