She Wears White

Awakened by the sound of knocking.

I open the door.

There she stands.

If she is real, I am still dreaming.

If she is alive, I must wake up.

Her hair floats in the night sky.

Her eyes put the moon to shame.

Her soft skin, like the horizon, flees my touch.

She wears white.

She never says a thing.

Silence will wake me up again.

She wears white.

I pray for peace.

She wears white.

But does she know what it means?