Her face as round as the fullest moon in the skies,
her eyes blazing like the suns of scorching deserts.
From the corner of my eye,
I catch a glimpse of the spectacular.
Her magnificent eyes meet my blindness,
and I can see.
I see the crash symbols collide.
I see the rhythmic bass of the drum intensify.
I see the flutes begin to harmonize.
And I see the trumpets slice through it all with a sound of elegance,
a sound like birds before the rising sun.
The melody that inebriates the intoxicated,
the sound that reassures the insomniac,
the sounds of the coming morning.
And as the symphony roars,
the trees dance in the wind.
They dance like us,
hand in hand.
A delicate waltz between two lovers.
And as quickly as it came,
its gone.
For that brief moment,
I knew a life with her.
I spent an eternity in her eyes chasing fleeting smiles,
trying to sync my circuits with hers,
grasping for a taste of the fiber that creates angels.
"Tap two mana to cast searing blaze,"
he says.
And I'm right back where I started,
back before our eyes met for that one instant,
back when I knew nothing of her,
back to being me.