Golden hair, bronze skin, blood splattered in all directions caressing the air and carried by the winds.
No sacrifice is enough, no pain too great, no effort well received, all look for the next time, the coming reward of compassion... grace cannot be measured, it overflows.

What does the heart hold, what does the soul conceal, and what does the mind obsess over that is not brought to light in the peak of suffering, while transfixed by grace, held up by love and ignited by passion. Eros versus agape, pain with suffering, a synergy, a oneness of all... for all to see eternally, transfixed, my gaze in the imaginary blue skies, I wept without tears imagining our reunion in the eternal void.