Sleeping With An Angel

As he enters the room, his mind freed from his past. Looking towards a bed. Such a thin shadows lays cast. On the angel that has taken the confines of his bed. Long, beautiful silk flowing from her head. He pushes the pen to the paper to release the selfish thoughts from his past. For she has shed a a new, bright light that is so beautiful and vast. He witnesses the angel with the blankets clutched to her side. A peaceful sleep has taken the place of the emptiness she once felt inside. Continuing to write, his pen bleeds ink onto this page. His mind lets go of the things that once caused him rage. Breathing in. Deep. Exhaling a new form of life. As he sits next to the angel laying on her side. He rests his hand onto hers, a spark ignited inside his soul. His heart grows warm as she melts the trials and tolls that have abused and tormented his core. His sleeping beauty lies with her eyes closed. A shimmer of hope released from her lips. As he rests his other hand at the edge of her hip. With his hand he brushes the silk away from her face and the purest form of beauty radiates.