Alabaster Girl
Alabaster girl.
Your little sense of helplessness as I hold you in my world.
A frightened bird in a cage of my fingers.
Heartbeat shivers.
Uncertainty lingers.
Should I dare disturb your lilting song, pale Angel?
Carried to my ears upon gossamer airs and hidden soft among my pages
That I thumb, listening to dangers,
The orchestra of ages.
Your purity, your everness, lies crystal, unsurpassed.
To taste of it, to find for myself what sweetness flows
Is the eternal demand of my heartbeat fast,
And Lo! The choir grows.