The Angel

She might be the messenger of the nirvana
with wings of ultimate happiness
with body of pure joy
with heart of pristine origin of ourselves
She is graceful without a trace of roughness
transparently tender as a live ensemble of air and water
as beautiful as in any lover's eyes
as breathtaking as any lover's heart
She is a perfect projection of you
in the spiritual realm of my mind
She could carry me on through oceans after oceans
from dust to stars or anywhere there is dark matter
that I could not pull myself out
from dawn to dusk or anytime there is dark matter
that even wants to erase