She comes from heaven
In white sonnets and flowery pinks.
Passion fuels her delicate soul
And beauty, she breathes with ease.
Her spirit glows in light,
Chanting rainbows of peace.
She’s my link to reason,
The breeze behind my ship.
I knew her once,
But now she’s only in my dreams.
She flies high and lives free,
And my isle’s out of the way, hard to see.
Perhaps, I’ll meet her again
Before our ashes flow to sea.
Or maybe…I’ll see her undressed
In the soft blue light of heavenly bliss.