A naked woman with her face in her hands. Her hair is flowing around her. There is a circle of light over her head and shoulders. She is weeping. There is a strand of gray ribbon emerging from her chest, which leads to the ground. At its end is a love heart, as if pulled from her chest. Moons and stars in white and blue surround her.

Farewell to an Angel in Death

Bianca Nanales
Selfish souls sip bitter tea
Laughing softly at the hint of sweet
Sold each heart sealed with a kiss
A smile spread from Hers to His

Crescent moonlight met crinkled eyes
Souvenirs framed treasured, why?
Red-loose ribbon threads two hearts
Without a button they pull apart

Lucid dreams haunt one slowly;
The other spends the night-time lonely
Their spirits no longer dust the clouds
Instead freefall past realms of doubt

Remember angels when they go
Bask in the death of their afterglow 
A naked woman with her face in her hands. Her hair is flowing around her. There is a circle of light over her head and shoulders. She is weeping. There is a strand of gray ribbon emerging from her chest, which leads to the ground. At its end is a love heart, as if pulled from her chest. Moons and stars in white and blue surround her.