Angel in Death

She lay in a coffin of clear glass, surrounded by fresh white blossoms,
Silken petals scattered around her, softening the image of death.
So young, her skin so pure and white, her soft blond curls framing her face,
She seemed an angel, and as I stood beside her, my tear fell upon her cheek.

Time has stopped, forever do I want to stay here, stay with her,
The sun has stopped shining, there is no reason to go on.
Twinkling stars in the ink black sky twinkle no longer,
There is no purpose for me, what was once my life is now an aching void.

My sun went supernova, all that remains is a shrunken shell of what used to be,
Myriads of hopes and dreams gone, forever lost to death's ice cold grip.
Magnificent potential lost in a raging battle, which she ultimately lost,
More time passes, and I try to tear my eyes away from her sleeping countenance.

The things that could have been, the times we could have shared,
Those times we did share, the things she did do flashed through my mind.
Tempted to pick up her lifeless body and take it with me,
Take it with me to never forget the love we had shared, I turned away.

I looked up, expecting to see a gray haze, a fog, a mist above me,
But instead I saw the sun, gleaming brightly in the clear blue sky.
A perfect round sphere of yellow gold, it cast warmth down upon me,
I was no longer cold.

I opened my ears to the forest around me, listened to the symphony of nature.
Animals ran through the brush, branches snapped, dry leaves crackled underfoot.
Sounds of life surrounded me, enveloped me, wrapped its comfort around me,
And I knew I was not alone.

Even though my love is gone forever, lost to the eternal silence of death,
Lying under a glass globe, encircled by pale delicate petals,
She will stay forever alive in my mind, not as she was in death,
But as she was in life.

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