The breeze blew cold against my anxious face

I waited on the steps to the church, locked and dark.

Should I have come?

Should I have traveled such distances for this one opportunity?

Someone passes, without a glance or care.

Should I have come here?

The breeze tightens with responsibility as my senses awake.

It carried a smell, warm and pleasing,

A sound, a nervous breath and shoes worn from thoughtless walks,

And a feeling, like the home I always wanted, was coming my way.

I turn see that which my heart has come for.

Coming across the pad of green grass, this was no mortal.

From the moment I turned, her eyes met and took mine.

Step to step, I remained suspended and immobile,

Afraid a motion would destroy this lottery of beauty.

Before I knew, she stood above me, her lips,

All but innocent in the presence of the words I wished to say.

She spoke, but all I could hear were the sounds my heart made

In an effort to translate the heavenly dialect.

A sweep of wind bringing me back to life, I began to stand.

I stood, not to meet her level, not because I feared

But because I revered.

The more my eyes rose to hers, the more my body froze in awe.

Her nervous breath was now a quavering sigh.

I took her arm and led her away.

Our souls seemed to play in our interlocked fingers

Though her eyes already portrayed the picture.

The door to the church was now open, the interior consumed in flames.

Inside it stood, the temples and orchards of love and doom,

Statues of Achilles and guitars, our Lord and cucumbers

And placed in the middle, equal between life and death,

Sat two granite royal chairs.

I led the goddess to her chamber and let her bask in the light of her beauty.