A Reason to Believe

His aura is that of the moon:

only to be viewed in a total eclipse

of the heart, mind, and soul;

the light that shines through the darkness

and illuminates the way for the lost and broken-hearted.

He is watching always and so tenderly

and the twinkling gaze descends gently;

the stars that are His eyes 

know no judgement and speak no sound

aside from the silent hymn of your undulating beauty.

He is the face you trace among the stars

and the last name you swap out and claim as yours;

the freckles on His shoulders that seem to 

spell out answers to your prayers,

oh, His touch is a brush of heaven.

He may be no god and

you are certainly no goddess,

but His blush is something holy,

and the way He says your name is enough to give you faith

that there are always things worth believing in.

Reviews

[papermush08]

Steph I want to cry reading this!

[Trigorin]

You use some very good imagery in this, and I think you've expanded on your concept fairly well. I think the ending is a little weak, but overall, this is nicely done.