Bestow your holy worship

of a thousand angels

in full winged orchistra.

You earned your wings

to the gates of heaven

with the break of light

that guided you to life?

Your neverevending seclusions.

Your undoubted beauty.

Your maintained dignity!

Just your way of somehow finding a way

to make me scream at the top of my lungs

until they pop and wither.

Its been a million years

..or two...

...or so it seems...

I left the light

and backed into the darkened corner,

where from a glimpse

I saw nothing but a screened static of your face

in shades of black and white

like a portrait made for a new aged royalty.