Her image fell
shallow in the block
ice carved from glacial falls
Black winged angel
Sleeping in the shadows
Carved
From beautiful purity
Her wings
Leave no imprint
Her aura
Leaves no halo
Yet she hovers there
In the space
The depths of fluid
So clear
her face
her lips
So cruel
I am tormented by her haunting
Sorrow bound countenance
She is held
together
It seems
with stitches of grieving
and scars of sorrow
And nothing more
but her beauty
cannot be
mistaken
forgotten
or
forsaken
