walking these deserted
corridors, the ruin of the
old palace, my footfalls
echoing off the cold stone
floors, i pass a painting,
softly lit in the early
morning's light.
"bring me the universe,"
a whisper in my ear.
the girl regards me,
frozen in time, precisely
as she was back then,
her eyes cold, no blood
warming her the porcelain
of her cheeks.
"show me to the stars,"
a breath upon my neck.
the whole world contained
in her crystal earing, the
eyes of god that shine
from the diamonds of her
necklace, frozen light,
perfection caught in
the eternity of the ring
upon her hand.
"let me dance with the angels."
cassiana, come to find me again.
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