Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence... Watching her making way unto the parks bench Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching Divinities staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's Canvas but a silhouette her bridals path winding, through a breath.. Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings... She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things; her beauty.