.51 vision

currently listening to
i'll see you when i get there,
delirious

the girl is cradled in His arms
but she does not lie limp,
no,
your eyes are deceived-

for her hand is full of color,
- in contrast to the bright whiteness
of the pretty frilly dress -
and it is taken
and she floats upright to the ground

upon the beach
her bare feet sink slightly
from the weight of life, yet alight
and she is glowing

the man is dark
though my sight of him vague
yet, i know that He is a stranger i could trust

now
four hands aholding
the two figures
skip
and dance
and bounce in the perpetual sun,

the perpetual sun.