Never Dark

...she returned from the vapor. Brighter. Pronouncing her speech with a new voice and passion. Her fearless heart would be there to bow with every moment the sun would rise and set. Entwined within her words is every granted wish, every thought and the gathering of all promises. Poems written tell of a lost dream that others left behind, mistaking gold for stone. Never to walk with this angel on earth, in unison they are alone. She is the sharpest light shining from a incandescent moon. A gradient blend of turquoise and purple ignite the sky with radiant hues. The lunar beauty that hangs like a portrait, painted by the stories inside her soul. In between what is seen and what is felt, inside the moments that you cannot hold, outside of everything imagined, she is there. In my words, as I close my eyes, still seeing her; reading her future, writing without thinking. Silently whispering to mirrors that think of her , compiling pages to document this beauty, hope and perseverance of life. Forever in her heart, never growing dark.