her eyes had met more
than just the surface

it went further
than shallow waters

her thoughts were deeper
than the lowest point in the ocean

as she sat on the hill
covered in pink flower petals
with the wind silently flowing by
bringing a soft cherry smell
oh, how bittersweet it was

we should move
to the castle
on the hill above

we could spend our moons
singing songs so sweet
while watching those
beneath us

we would find the light
between the clouds
while the wind brings forth
a violet like perfume
dozing us into our dreams

if you were an atelier
i would take a visit everyday

treasure all that is inside of you

you are a wonderful piece
created by the masters

your smile could light up
a million different candles
while your eyes then formed little crescents
as ethereal as the moon

you felt as a summers day
in the middle of December

my cheeks would change colour
just at the mere thought of you

you were like a delicate flower
standing out in the fields

let us go to where
one can hear the angels sing
and the sky is painted
a soft pastel violet

let us go to where
one can jump on the clouds
but not fall
and the wind carries the melodies

let us go to where
one can dance all night
surrounded by light

oh, that would be
a wonderful sight

the last rays of sun
refracted through the window
paint the girls’ skin
a faint honey gold

dusk is upon
she sits at the table
brows furrowed

as her mind wanders
to those sweet days
not occupied
by cares

it was a mere figment

clouds in the water
drops in the sky

her wonders went up high