My Porcelain Angel - Chasity Hamilton

My porcelain angel,
she basks in the pale of the moon.
The stars would lay beneath her feet
if it were to my command.

She wears the silken ink of night sky-
made of threads of dreams of many,
but mostly my dreams of her.

When the fairy's dust of the nocturnal dissent
shall fall upon the world,
I take comfort in knowing,
that I hold her to my side.

She is quiet in her ways,
yet speaks volumes to my soul.
Thirsty, I drink
from the well she puts before me.

She is everything to offer-
everything worth knowing,
everything worth holding.

She paints the night,
with lights of gold,
a silver stream
of sparkles dust my air.

My porcelain angel,
she basks in the pale of the moon.
The stars would lay beneath her feet,
if it were to my command.

For there has never been a night,
as beautiful as she.

There has never been a thing,
as beautiful as she.