My Ethereal Seraph

I was forsaken- lost in lonely memories... carrying spiritual apathy like a boulder strapped across my barren chest. I never could've imagined a man like him could rescue me from the depths of hell. Unexpectedly, like an angel he appeared under the harvest moon. Crimson and medallion leaves falling under the glow of Autumn's perpetual marvel. HE WOULD BE MY ETHEREAL SERAPH Instantaneously, he became my soul-shining wonder. At first I could not begin to comprehend his adoration for me and my desolated soul. I was the girl who only dreamed of being loved; a fantasy- never embracing hope. I was endlessly lost inside trying to memorize the charisma of his spellbound eyes- almond doe in shape, deep chestnut in color. I was hypnotized by the way they looked at me without judgement or noticing all my flaws that I saw daily in that old broken mirror my mother gave me when I was born. (she always was too harsh) I think of him when the tangerine sun sets at eventide- admire his cerulean soul and violet essence of love... forever more. nights of indigo resound dulcet melodies of thirsting for his manic desire- I shall bestow unto him my immortal fire of tenderness. Twenty-two years later and I still wonder how heaven is since I pilfered him from its beautiful empyrean Eden. FOR HE IS MY ETHEREAL SERAPH- and I am his fallen spirit created by God to keep him safe and loved. September 10, 2018