Traveling feet bare stories yet a mind that travels bare more depth and journey...
Eyes lurk...as the heart seeks ...flesh feels and tells tall tales to the spirit...lifting the being that just wants to be...
At pace be I be yet standing moved by what I have found...from pounding heart driven by myth and magic...the supposedly surreal...
Mind in wonder of all this...insanity if questioned by reality of the really that love conquers all...from rise to fall and falling all over again ...
I walk not moving my feet yet my soul being moved by she...
Making dull days ever bright ...my heart dare calls her my new found untainted light ...no dark of night...I feel like a slave that's announced and dubbed into a knight ...
Does she know of her beauty...
I bet God needed a muse and never thought he'd craft such a being ...one that radiates from the core of her being...
Am I awake...for heavens sake!!!
This must be a dream that she is real ...
Till I wake I long to dream forever and a day till the day that I touch her hand...taking a stand looking her...in the eye...
And saying ...
"you are beauty Devine...I fell ...I'm am falling ...I have fallen...and I stand moved by you"