Yesterday, today, tomorrow,

I find her perfectly preserved

and waiting for me

in a world under my finger,

just outside my grasp,

so close that I know

this will be the moment

that I finally touch her.

This will be the moment

that my grey eyes

joyfully drowning in blue light

finally see her love,

real and raw and warm,

instead of an oh-so-realistic

pixelation of the truth -

the mirage I always mistake

for honesty until

that very last moment

when I realize my finger,

starved for touch,

cannot extend,

no matter how desperately it reaches,

through shatterproof glass

to touch her wings

on the other side.

Chocolate brown eyes with their wide, penchant stare;

Full, soft lips accompanied by flecks of dried skin;

A smile so captivating it could shatter the earth,

A love so true it condemns the sky to bathe in crimson.

Silken black hair tumbling in free patterns;

Skin warm enough to thaw the pain of a lover;

Tender kisses existing to unite salt with the sea,

A love so true it could only end with the beckoning ferryman.

Heart wide enough to encompass the stars;

Mind sharp enough to cleave cliffs into chasms;

Hands skilled in silent song as they pluck out ancient melodies,

A love so true it endows pinions to an everlasting flight.

What do I care about wiggling a finger puppet? What's the worth in that? Leave that to the lesser animals. It's not about possession, it's about influence. It's about orchestration. A pull there, a little push over here, an idea inserted and a suggestion to a few thousand and I get a movement. Get a few more ideas out, a little tug, and I get a counter movement and a riot, or better yet, a whole war. If I get it right just once, I get millions of Souls to feed on. You want to believe in something? Believe I'm out here, moving you. Or don't. It doesn't matter. I get you to move anyway. I harvest your kind like you might get wheat in a field. Go ahead and pray. Try some hope. It's the flavor of the day. It's your purpose. It's what you were created for. It's why you can't actually DO anything. You fight and you fail to achieve anything other than more failure. It's the best flavor, when you have such high hopes and in the end you lose it all. The sense of abandonment in you, the failure and the loss...