She floated towards me.
An extention of a dream,
The finger tip of God's
Downstretched hand.
My eyes wide open into
Bedroom darkness, as
If seeing something ghost
Yet so very, very not.
Hair flowing as if fading
Into the frame of
Night. Arms like wings over
Eggs; every piece of my
Heart in one warm nest.
Eyes like universes, skin
The glow of supernovas.
Smile as sincere as a
Mother's. Ænima. Soul-
Muse. The final force
Behind every poet's pen.
Nothing so penetratingly
Beautiful ever touched the
Iris of my inner eye. Never
Felt such embrace, as if safe
At last; knowing: In not too
Long, every drop of water on
Earth has been
Cried at least
Once.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
She floated towards me.
An extention of a dream,
The finger tip of God's
Downstretched hand.
My eyes wide open into
Bedroom darkness, as
If seeing something ghost
Yet so very, very not.
Hair flowing as if fading
Into the frame of
Night. Arms like wings over
Eggs; every piece of my
Heart in one warm nest.
Eyes like universes, skin
The glow of supernovas.
Smile as sincere as a
Mother's. Ænima. Soul-
Muse. The final force
Behind every poet's pen.
Nothing so penetratingly
Beautiful ever touched the
Iris of my inner eye. Never
Felt such embrace, as if safe
At last; knowing: In not too
Long, every drop of water on
Earth has been
Cried at least
Once.
