It was all just
the moment of a dream
walking the tightrope
between the living and the dead
fluctuating between things real
and things imagined
I happened upon
the beginning of eternity
and the end of time

where her eyes hovered
and swirled in colors unknown
they hung there high in the night
wide and wonderful and woven
with the song and enchantments
of the first born moon

her lips dark with magic
and curves of lust and sin
her body was the sky
and the ocean
and the burning clouds
her skin tattooed
with the ink off stars
and the lost song
and breeze of leaves

she moved like mist
and danced like smoke
her movement slow
and deliberate
she shook the earth
and all the things
of heaven and hell
paused to watch

her hands unseeable
and her touch everywhere
covering my skin
and bones and pulse
and the cold dark places
and cracks within
and along my heart

she spoke without sound
in soft whispers
and sang in silent lullabies
in languages of dead gods
and forgotten poetry
she wrote untold fairy tales
into the blood of my skin
in the perfect cursive of flame

she knew the unknowable
and kept the secrets of dragons
and hid the maps
to the never never of forever
in the buzz of a humming birds wing
she knew the truth of sadness
hiding behind the black pupils
of the devils eyes
and the lies he told
to keep back the tears

she invented the art of kindness
and pefected the act of forgiveness
living between the forests
of the lost and alone
and the mountains
where madness sleeps
she is just beyond
the falls of oceans end
living in the breath
of the moment of a dream