I found myself sheltered
in bed alongside a spectral form,
unconcerned by the storm
surrounding the building
in which I was confined -
immensely thankful to be inside
nestled alongside
the majesty of this deity.

The picture beside me;
a miracle
to my mortal eyes,
too pure for my iniquitous mind
Was she simply a creation
of my imagination?
Could the source of this illusion
be a supernatural delusion?
Perhaps a byproduct
of idiosyncratic thought patterns
systematic to my being?
I wondered...

As an expression of appreciation,
a necessity to shape an effigy
of this manifestation of Aphrodite,
has become my life's devotion -
culminating in the
unveiling presentation,
a ceremony of biblical proportions.

I will soon awaken
and none of this
will have any substantial relevance...
         however
the lucidity of this vision
has given me a reason for optimism;
born out of this distorted dream
I now believe
there are angels among us,
it would seem.