A lost tear rolls down my cheek.
to the velvety plush, that so willingly,
captures his spirit.
Filled with love,
filled with sorrow,
his fabric of love never
despairs upon my aching heart.
The aura around him,
the aura of angels,
is like the feather of love
whisking away through the
kaleidoscopic evening.
Innocent as can be,
pure as his fresh coat of snow,
he knows my life.
I cradle him desperately
against fear of the unknown
People may laugh at the witless
thought of his fraudulent body,
but they too have forgotten
the power of the angelic marble eyes.
