Her eyes
Begin to flutter
Sterile lights flash by
Then drift

She sinks into
An open canvas
Where I catch her
In my memory spawn

Such a gentle
Nature I use
To get close
To her

Then I sit
Watch her
Listen to her murmmer

Existing somewhere
Between the papers
Paints and daffodils

Loving every moment
As hand reaches
Out to me

She wants me to
Drift with her
And just to
Exist

Nothing more
Nothing less