Slumbers Paradise

" Walk with me."
" I've been so lonely," she whispers as the moon spreads iridescent beams across the lovely features of her face.
" It's been three years darling."
She bends to touch the petals of an enormous white rose. It's among a dozen or so exactly the same, there beauty perfectly matched. Inhaling softly, he delights in the closing of her eyelids. Her perfect eye lashes stand out against the creamy smoothness of her skin. Closing his own eyes for the briefest second he can almost pull the same fragrance into his own nostrils that he had seen written in her smile.
She's stalling as she so often does during her visits, but it's time and he knows this!
He pulls her towards him. Turns her so her exquisite face is a mirror of his own and speaks so softly to her.
" It's time my darling. You don't belong here. It's not your time. It's not your place," and he watches as his words wash over her. Each word tears fragmented shards of glass with in his soul. Although this is a familiar dance it doesn't get any easier though they've danced it hundreds of times. He watches as the same shadow of denial crosses her lovely features. For a spell that lasts less than a second he can feel her refusal to accept.
" It's so beautiful here." Her lips quiver as her eyelashes glisten with ambrosia colored tears.
Her tears undo him as they always do and make his heart constrict far worse than any " good-bye," could ever do. He could do this, he knew, if she didn't always shed the tears that watered his soul.
And so they stroll, hand in hand through the gardens and forests of God's paradise. Mostly silent, reveling in the stillness between them. It's the comfortable silence that occurs between two people who have loved one another for decades.
They both know their time will end soon enough and she will awaken with tears of joy unsurpassed upon her pillow and he will pass away his time in a place so unimaginably beautiful it never fails to excite and enthrall him.
Until next they meet in the paradise of her slumber.