Crystal

Sparkling, crystal eyes.
When i looked at you, I saw nothing but purity

What a way to die...
An ironic way to die...

In destruction.

Black...ashen destruction.
You were deprived of care and protection...
to your body and soul.

And I say, still late at night
While the sirens sound
And scream in panic

I say, "What a soul," I say, with your purity lingering in my heart.
"What a soul, it was so beautiful. It had no choice but to leave...

The imperfect
flawed
DIRTY dwellings of a human body

...Beautiful as it may be...

But you were not human, you and your crystalline eyes.

You were but an ode to the purest form of soul.
Soul poured into your body with delicacy and deliberation.

With precision.
The precision of an artist.

And your death, oh what a death.
Your body, I must only imagine, lay black and under the earth,
your purity and divinity no longer reflecting through your crystal eyes

For they are ash.

And my love for you is eternal, and my memory of you unfaded
For you are an impact, a carve into my heart...
irregretable
unachievable
and permanent.

But, my love, do not fear the afterlife, even if you should dwell in shadow.

For shadows are not the presence of darkness,
But the absence of light.

And light has never once graced your beautiful face

Your white, paper-like skin
Which withered, as paper does, under flames

Fragile it lay, still untouched by sun rays.

May your soul wander free
And may your body rest in ash.