The Watery Angel Poem by dhruna rao

before me does she stand,
like a watery angel.
everything, i did forget about myself.
i was immersed and drowned in her magic.
meaning of my life and my soul,
reached it's zenith that very moment.
the music of drops,
falling and splashing on the ground,
sounded as if the viens of my heart,
became the strings of musical instruments.
singing for her and applausing,
the divine beauty under,
the thin blanket of magic,
created by the drops of water.
this dream seems so true and
i know not how to freeze it.
but if this really is a dream,
i know not how to face the truth.
truth, that this is all a hollow dream.
my silence is forcing me to stop thinking,
about the truth which is covered with sharp thorns.
i know not, where my letter of love
is lost without reaching her.
this seems to be a curse in the disguise of a boon.
but i care not about the truth!
as a sculpture of her image is
already erect in the temple of my heart.