She has never looked more beautiful than this moment that I am forced to say goodbye.
She has never looked more peaceful; I acknowledge the years haven't treated her with care.
Warm incandescence bathes the sharpest contours of her face and white illuminescense pools behind the softest wisps of her hair.
How does the light envelope her as if to hold her spirit just a little while longer?
Perhaps the wells in my eyes have created this effect.
Perhaps her soul is so precious, so worthy, it is to be reabsorbed.
Yes, our universe deserves more of Her.
By Heather Reiss