Archangel

Grace compeling me to approach. Escape the darkness; its whispers, that soft tone. Lingering shadows, a past that plagues my candle lit memories; they fade. Fear for the loss, her beauty was so punishing. Closer and closer, it began to clear. A stone statue, in front of me appeared. She was there, I knew her. Astonished, I gasped! Stone turned and base cracked. Blinding light, shadows no more; the darkness consumed. Golden lady in white, held out her hand. Hesitantly, I took it. Engulfed in passionate flames, the happiness, the joy; a fallen one she was. We are a Soul, entombed in a body of two. It was her whispers, that soft tone.