Pax Deorum

 Pax Deorum


    Distant, through large cumulonimbus clouds spills golden light. Such a sumptuous display of the aerial palace is no other than our celestial hearth. Days and nights contrast in this one frame, and by a large pavilion gate an effervescent figure approaches in the air. An angel flutters down gently and sits on the edge of the pavilion. Beyond the gates, endless acreage of flowerbeds resembles those of Tuscany. As if mirrors lined the backs of the mountain ranges, all rays of light concentrate on the gargantuan clouds. I am becoming aware of you. Your eyes are fixated upon the white Gypsophilia branches as you are standing up, grabbing onto the branch of an elm. 

    Time slows. The lakewater trickles down my cupping hands unwillingly--- I see these transparent beads detach from my skin and into the soil. Shutters of your visage come in a trifecta, I was able to capture these temporal half-shut eyes. The songbirds perfect their tones, disappearing between the undergrowth. 


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