CRYSTAL
ANGEL
She walks
softy and slowly
Treading
carefully, barefooted on the moist dew cover grass.
Like tiny
star like droplets of clear quartz that glint in the sun.
Strings of
shimmering beads of amethysts
are gently
wrapped around her delicate wrists.
Her gown is
of an embroidered lace,
Of pale
blue turquoise, woven from gossamer and silk threads.
She wears a
perfume of fragrant rose water scent.
Indigo and
violet butterflies gently touch her face
With their
silent heartbeat of their wings.
She sits
quietly among moss covered rocks and
gently
watches the sparkling purity of the stream
passing by.
The air is
cool and crisp.
The morning
has a hush ethereal beauty,
As
beautiful birds of paradise sing to celebrate life itself.
Her aura
shines out with a golden glow,
as she
holds a white rose in her hand,
Covered in
dew drops on its soft white petals.
She unwraps
the smell slowly and breathes in its aroma,
And then she
closes her eyes.
Heaven and
bliss is here.
No one must
disturb her joyful silence.
Copyright Subrata
Saha ( February 2013)
