His eyes were deepest of deep blues
Like darkness of night ebbing away from blue sky
But those eyes were closed now
Long black lashes framing his face
He wasn't dead but he just slept on
Not as a mortal but as a god
The golden curls spilling on his face
Halo shining in that angels hair
The pale alabaster kin of his was marked
With cuts bruises and battle scars
But then too they didn't lessen the beauty
'Cause he was the angel the mortals feared
The quartz altar on which he slept on
Every inch as god but also as man
The divinity luminous on his full lips
Wind fanning him till the dawn
He slept as an angel falling from heaven
He slept s the god before creating the life
The slant rays of sun bathing him
Illuminating him in that rose gold light
His sword lain by his side
It promised strength and valor of its kind
He had to wake but he just slept on
I waited on and waited nights
The god slept on tiered from his fights
The angel slept on
With closed black lashes of those fathomless blue eyes
His full lips curved in an all knowing smile
I remember an article in the bible when Jesus said to the multitude this little girl is not yet died but just sleeping
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely expressed art wonderfull theme and story line Love the concept Great