Sanctus

Sheer beauty...
Looking back,
Sprawled on her side...
A stranger?
Perhaps,
An image of a soul,
Lips glisten in morning light,
Body curved an undying memory,
Drifting away into a seldom thought,
Love?
Perhaps with a smile...
Thinking and dreaming,
A life unlike my own,
To hold and confort these beautiful eyes,
Sanctus?
Of course a holy angel,
Dreams again of redemption and hope
With a dark forsaken soul,
Too good for me?
More in likely,
Soothing eyes piercing my outer skin,
Looking deep into what i will never be,
Sorrow grips me again,
letting go of everything held secret,
Feeling safe and so alone...