Softest Breath

A poem about the Celestial of air. She was known for being graceful and kind.

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by Lilliana Casper

The Celestial of air is kind and sweet,
The softest person you will ever meet.
Her violet eyes are just like flowers,
Ones she picks alone for hours.
Her hair is likened to cornsilk,
Pale and smooth; the color of milk.
When she smiles, a breeze blows.
At her laugh, her husband glows.
The other Elementals call her sister
Their words of her as calm as whispers.
Breath emerges from her nose,
She leans over a white rose.
Lullaby written by a friend,
Words that Naida wished to lend.
She wears pearls around her throat,
Inscribed with words her lover wrote.
Her dress billows around her feet;
She dances smiling through the street.
She rarely cries about her fears,
Her husband wipes away her tears.
Love of him brought her a son,
A child who loves everyone.
The Celestial of air is kind and sweet,
The softest person you will ever meet.
But be careful not to spark her rage
Or a war of sky and storm will rage.