White drapes over painted cheeks,
Glistened upon pink innocence,
A smile of wonder--
Ever so faceless and gentle.
A hand upon my shoulder,
A soft sensation--
From finger tips to skin.
The white touch
sensitively assuring me
‘It is alright. She is ok’
Their wings crouched
Upon the silvery pleats --
...over me.
The white heavenly silk,
Along with flowing gowns.
I felt the loving embrace
Knowing up there in the crystal blue,
‘She’s ok’ they said.
‘She’s ok.’
