From the depths
Of her crystal blue eyes,
Where her soul shines
Outwards to reflect upon me,
Bathing me in the glory
Of her endless love-
And surrounding me in the cosmic
Glow of dreams not yet touched,
And desires not yet tasted.
I try to fathom the possibilities
Of promises waiting to be born-
Giving me the gift of wings to fly,
As I soar past the realm of dreams-
Trying to catch a glimpse of paradise,
Wanting nothing more than to breathe
In the sweet essence of her being,
That will escort me to the heights of heaven-
Allowing our wings touch in mid air.
My heart aches to beat
In unison with her gentle heart,
But remains patient and silent,
As I listen for the sound
Of her soft angel whispers,
Asking me to be reborn with her-
And leaving me in awe-
Of this woman-
Of this angel mine.
Hip, hip hooray, and have a great day. You just made mine!
Another beautifully written poem and dreamscape.
Ron