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Winter Dreams by. Genki Girl
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Last Revised On: August 13th, 2000
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She arches so gracefully, like a ballet dancer about to pirouette on the center
stage of a parquet. Wide plumages don her slender back, making a worthy adversary
of the most exotic birds in existence.
Rising majestically from her billowy, soft throne. Her head poised proudly;
her deep ruby eyes so bright, her long black lashes so silky, like a feathery
caress.
An angel's fragile tears, never to be touched, never to be felt, only to remain
seen. So near yet so far, just to see her face. But it remains hidden behind
spirals of midnight tresses that put the night to shame.
Strings and strings of pearls cascade like waves after waves of moonbeams upon
the deep slumber of a timeless sleeping beauty. Each with its own brilliant
array of stars deep in its heart.
A beauty that for all eternity shall rest upon the velvet cushions of the clouds
as her guardian with a crown of silver woven into her hair; Empress of the Heart.
Queen of the Night. Goddess of Darkness.
Laces of silver flow gently behind her; she descends with the elegance with
the snowy guise of a flock of swans, her pure white wings stretched, her body
arching as she reached towards the Heavens with a crown of silver.
Like rainbows after a storm, like the hardness of a heart melting away the ice
by the gentle smile of a child; the only innocent creation to be born upon the
world before the heart shatters and the naiveté stolen away with the harsh gust
of the wind.
Ribbons of silver capture her sleeping form and bring her gently to him. In
his arms he held her, guarding his fragile love from those who would dare to
harm her.
Clouds of silver smoke drifting lazily into the night air, carried, supported
in its cradle like the warmth from a mother's embrace. A love so soft and sweet
filled my angel's eyes; she was the one who tamed the beast inside of me with
her joy and love.
Such a simplicity to her serenity, that only ones mind, body, heart and soul
would be able to forever to capture her true beauty. The beauty of her untainted
soul.
Ice and dew of crystal diamonds. Yards of silk stretching farther than the eye
could see, pureness with its chastity bared for the world to see if only they
believed.
One cannot shun out the brightness nor the luster that emanated deep from the
feathers of emerald, for once the soul is bared, so shall be bared the true
weight of thy own heart's desire.
With eyes of an angel, with tears blessed from the stars, she is the true maiden
of all that is pure.
She is all that is what we call innocence, she is so much more in her beauty
than any woman would try to achieve. She has no rivals, for there were none
who held such a beauty in their heart and soul as my angel.
She is all that is good, and no amount of Darkness could consume the Light in
her eyes, the way she brought joy to everything she touched, the way she brought
Life back into the lives of those who had lost to Death.
No reason. No explanation. Only the simple joys in which I have so carelessly
overlooked in my own vanity. For the mind to believe the heart must first acknowledge
its presence. For once this is done, the burden shall be lifted, and the crystals
star shall shine deep and true.
Her innocence so striking, piercing through my very soul, and chasing away the
shadows and darkness of my heart. She is my heart. My heart's desire.
Crimson eyes, angel tears, laces of silver, ribbons of fire, and the eternal
tranquility in which has always been inside my own mind. For I have forgotten
the key, for I have forgotten the way. She opened up my eyes, and now I see
once more.
Once more shall her smile remain innocent until the darkness comes once more.
Until then, I rapture in the innocence, in the purity of my beautiful angel,
my winter dream...
