...i wish my pen could capture last night's fancy, flight of divergent apparitions took my breath away hallucinations of a dream so real it made me weep for i saw your face high above the clouds you appeared as an angel with chimerical wings, in their flutter released thousands of butterflies each one carried a smile of incandescent light promised posies of an altered moment & space where poetry becomes reality traced on lofty clouds amidst trances of tranquility & enchanted frivolity so here i await on ink's flow with a fool's faith of glinting endings and freshly burnish'd beginnings...