Goddess? Angel? Illusion?
The visions of the celestial being apear so vivid, so tactile.
Close enough to touch, yet miles away.
She is beautiful, not in a carnal sense
but like a sunrise slowly blanketing a vast plain
a loving mother, embracing all life against her bosom and warmth.
All worries and dread are lifted away.
I breath a sigh of relief, for there is hope on the horizon.