Secret’s silence told, in a rhythmic drum to my ear. A gorgeousness she would hold, for the rest of her years. Moon’s replaced her eyes and stars made up her voice.
Making flowers no one could ever deny.
Melodies from her lips, made horizons fiery gold. Laying ground for future beauty, with the truths that she told.
Her touch healed my skin. I watched my scars disappear. The glow from within – subsided each of my fears. There was magic in her soul. God had given her many gifts.
When she used them, she was full.
And in crowds of thousands, her presence – could never be missed. Her body exuded fire and her soul… only bled, bliss.
A miracle to me.